Where am I?
How far have I gone?
Farther than I meant to.
Does it hurt yet?
No.
Keep running.
Nothing but the pace; breathe in 2, 3, breathe out 2, 3.
The music is just something to ignore,
Something to block out the world.
One foot in front of the other.
I don’t want to go back, not yet.
Not one even knows I’m gone; they’ll not miss me for hours yet.
Breathe.
Don’t think.
Let it fade.
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