Feet pounding,
rain pouring,
tears dripping,
sweat falling.
Run home,
you ran.
In the rain.
Ruined your suit, tie, and brand new sneakers.
But it was beautiful;
you were free.
Until the new day comes.
Until the sun no longer rises.
Until you smile no more and the rain never stops,
when running becomes too much to do without painkillers.
Then kill me,
for I am no more.
Even a purple leaf will not spare me the misery of my defeat.
... and how ironic,
that my own fault defeated myself.
I wish I could run again.
I wish I were young again.
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