in. out. in. out.
think of nothing.
robotic.
methodic.
the rhythm runs through the wires, into my ears and is translated to movement.
just don't stop. just don't stop.
you know nothing but to run. that is all you know.
it is nothing romantic.
it is nothing poetic.
it is much more cruel than that.
it is just breathing.
just moving.
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