I hate this part of me.
I don’t know why I have to run.
When things get hard, I just can’t stay.
It feels like the world is on my shoulders,
At that point, I just wish it was over.
After I’ve run a hundred miles,
When I look back, it’s too late.
My heart was screaming out to me,
What’s worth to get, is never easy.
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