Running


A thrill
Some air
Tile
I fall
We talk as friends
We walk as if we're dead
Almost at the top
I fall
Brick on leg
I in water
Three days
Saved
Water too much
Food not enough
I'm not normal
Niether are you
We all same
When we're different from you

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