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The Marathon

13/10/2018

By Jaime KennedyPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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I don't even know what to say.I've displayed my dark side for all to see.I've dissected my mind like a science project.

I've spent years trying to be normal and stable.I get so close to the finish line, only to find out it's another mile away.It taunts me.Making me feel like I might win the race,Have a shot at finally getting to rest,But I don't.Not ever.I'll be running this race for the rest of my life.Always just out of reach,Always having to jump another hurdle.Medication feels like a performance enhancement. I can't run without it,but I can only take so much before it damages me.I just want to finish this race. I just don't know if I want to cross the finish line or give up.

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