Running Girl
As I take a breath,
with each and every step
My heart is racing
as I get closer and closer.
My feet are pounding
on the track
Sweat is dripping
down my face.
My thirst for success
leads me to my destination.
As I cross the finish line,
my heart is pounding,
my feet are blistered,
and my legs are like jello.
My rubber sole is left on the track
as she kicks me off.
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