Running a marathon with all my might.
Pushing myself.
Breathing hard; Lungs are burning.
Feeling like I can't take another step.
I'm trying to escape from a thought
A memory; an idea; a fear.
I'm afraid of what I am becoming.
My own worst nightmare?
There are times when I can't tell.
But then it hits me like a first.
No matter where I run
Or how hard I fight,
The thought is always there.
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