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RUNNING a sport in which the only person you need to beat is yourself
When the world turns, are we turning with it? Or are you standing there like you did last week in the middle of a crowd while it flowed (hurried) around you? I turned for a second, and my heart
The days drag on As my knees scrape the ground Because I’ve lost the will to stand. “Stand up. Run faster. It’s not that hard, You lazy ass.” They scream from the sidelines.
15 April 2013, 11:43 PM 150 Boylston Street, Boston Dear America,
The running dead man, ran the marathon. He ran till his legs were gone. his breath faint, his lips dry, he trudged on looking up at the clear blue sky. He ran through life. He ran through death.
It renders me incapable to respond. and I, being already out of energy then, am forced to stop. It is the driving force, and so spikes adrenaline, and so fills the mouth, that rancid taste taking over, holding fast.
You watch the news, you see the signsYou see the terror reflected in their eyesYou don't know the whole situationBut you know the media is exploiting the informationJust because it's a part of life
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Fear is only recognized after the fact. When you are in fear, you feel him, you smell him, he grips you, but you do not know him as fear.
The singing began as they came for the finish The cheers and proud memorandums Ran through their minds. A thousand miles had they run for this, A thousand pairs of rubber soles they wore down for this,
My heart bleeds tears of sorrow for lives lost unexpectedly on a momentous Patriots Day, Bombs burst loudly sending innocent lives to heavens gate...
Remember my friends! Please, please remember!
Promise me that you will always be outraged on days like today when smoke corrupts the lungs of people already breathless from the urge to live, live, live. Promise me you will never bury your head in your hands
Even the smoke Was thicker than I thought, And I thought and I thought. Innocent shards Take their place, broken heart. Who am I to have thought?
The line to the finish was so very near When a sound went off so I could barely hear I fell down - I felt the pain We have been bombed - I cry as I lay I see the other runners turn around to help me back up
Running And running You can see the end Running for hours The crowd cheers And shouts encouragement s You keep going Then there's a boom There's so much commotion
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