Breeze
A small cool breeze brushes my face gently
As I'm running my body cuts through the breeze
Giving me a feeling of divine serenity
The breeze is cool
Not too cold or yet too hot
It's just right
As I run everything around me
Fades away and is nothing
My mind like a blank slate before class has started
No worries or regrets
No pain or suffering
I'm...happy
Something so rare
It feels weird
Yet absolute
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