worn out
They say running is, in effect, a controlled fall. So I run. Run away. Run back. Run till it hurts. Run till I'm numb again. I thought I could handle this, but the flesh is weak.
Blood, sweat, and tears. But not in that order.
Thank you for helping me, even when I wouldn't admit I was in over my head.
Run away, then run back.
The gap between willingness and ability is too far to bridge.
Nothing to do but run.
They say running is, in effect, a controlled fall. So I run. Run away. Run back. Run till it hurts. Run till I'm numb again. I thought I could handle this, but the flesh is weak.
Blood, sweat, and tears. But not in that order.
Thank you for helping me, even when I wouldn't admit I was in over my head.
Run away, then run back.
The gap between willingness and ability is too far to bridge.
Nothing to do but run.
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