So I figured that you like, you really like exhausting yourself. Like, you prefer burning down in three minutes than savoring your energy for ten. I have a feeling that you really enjoy that feeling when you can't inhale from your nose and you could only inhale from your mouth, all the air cold and dry against the ceiling of your mouth and down your throat, and dry and cold down your trachea and both your bronchi before they enter your lungs. And your heart will always try to fail you, beating too hard, beating too wild, beating against your ribcage as if they wanted to rebel against you. That feeling of wanting to have a new, or no hearts at all. I like it too, somehow. But I hate it the most, especially when I'm running, and my knees squabble as I try so hard to finish the lap, and my knees and my calves will feel warm and stretched in a not-so-nice way, and then they will somehow burn when I finally calm down.
Tell me why am I here writing again. Stranger. Fuck you.
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