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Feet hitting pavement it’s just me and whatever my tunes shuffles into my ear gate. Everything else can wait. This is me time. The rhymes match my stride perfectly. Not running from anything. I’m just running back to me. Back to where I need to be. Before confusing actions posed distractions upon an already complicated existence. Resistance present only in the tension between rubber and concrete. How sweet the sound of my own breath and with every step I get closer…to me.

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  By NewlyNina, June 9, 2010 @ 9:24 am

  Me likey!

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