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Primal

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I forgot that feeling, of breathing through my being, absorbing the rain and the reflection of  lights. Running feels primal as my heart races and my thoughts pass me in slow motion. The landscape of time bends askew, the senses heighten and I’m making the rules. Am I running towards something or running away. The ever changing destination frays me but I remember why I love being alive.

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