i feel so stupid- there's no other word.
i'm racing on but still keep looking back; when did you stop?
tenacity keeps me going
and the track continues, the end completely out of sight
but we have faith that it's there.
when did this become too much for you?
did you even think to clue me in?
with a deep breath
and the kind of finality that can only be acknowledged in one's mind
i do the only thing that i've ever hated-
cross-country.
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