Inhale, Exhale.

Forget the residing pain in my stomach from the amount of running 

Forget the amount of preperation and determination 

It took to get me here. 

Just a few more stides until the finish line. 

A few more strides until I can say

"I did it"

Something that I can be proud of myself for,

Puttiing in the time and effort, and not giving up.

Something to remind myself that 

"I can do anything". 

Even now. 

Inhale. 

Exhale. 

That's all I could tell myself.

Thats all I could remeber.

 Before the streets that were  filled with apllause

Suddenly turned to shrieks and cries for help. 

The street that was once filled with joy and self appreciation 

Is filled with terror. 

Blood stained streets remind us all. 

April 15th, 2013. 

 

 

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