Mon, 05/02/2016 - 21:35 -- yadid5

Wind running through my hair,

Giving butterflies in my stomach,

And heart beating rapidly.


Addicting like a drug,

Something I could never stop.

This feeling of freedom.


You are my passion, you kept

Me going. i love this feeling,

This feeling of running.


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