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I jog the fine line
Twixt
Running
And
Insanity
I hear my muscles squealing at
The tug
Strain
Straining my legs
Straining my back
I am at home
With the strain
I put it there
I asked for it
I love it
I want it
The burn
Firey
Warming my breath
Taking over each stride
With its
Exhilerating
Pleasurable
Steamy touch
I run
I push
I fight the battle
With my body
“Slow down!”
“Never!”
I lose my battle
Breaaath
Breaath
Breath

I start up

Once again

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