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I've exhausted my lungs,
And abused my body.
Been running too long,
To remember what from.
It's a question that stings,
And begs me to take a breath.
But why should I stop?
So much ground to cover,
Terrain of varied shades,
A world of beauty,
That I rush through.
The memories are flashes,
And the people are ashes.
Blown with the wind,
Like I exhale every breath.
I can't stop now.
I wish I could tell you why.
The end is uncertain,
And the beginning,
Is just past my frail grip.
You think I don't try?
I think I don't care.
My muscles burn and my heart aches.
But I couldn't tell you why.