Sometimes,
I can't feel my body
Periodically,
I feel helpless
Consistently,
Money is on the top of my list
Constantly,
I am full of anxiety;
To the brink of nonexistence
I walk slowly
Yet, I enjoy running
as If running is
A preparation of the real
Run
Leaving everyone;
Just going
Maybe I won't turn back
Or
Maybe an accident might happen
In the End, I know...
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