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I kept running,
Until I had to stop
I curled up into a ball
My arms hugging my knees tightly
Before I knew it, it was raining buckets
And my face was wet from sobbing
I couldn’t move an inch for I ached to much
My heart throbbing,
My fingers numb
I slowly lost consciousness
And the earth drifted away.
Then I remembered.
I am me.
I am the only person
Who is entirely me.
Although it hurts and
Although it burns,
I need to stand up.
Fight against the pain,
Emotional and physical,
And make the change
I envision. I rose up
Stronger than ever before,
And became.
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