Your heart pounds in constant repetition,
Whisper softly, you'll fulfill your mission,
Your pulse races, you think it'll never slow,
Pick up your feet, continue to go,
Your face cold and dripping wet,
Sweet satisfaction, you have not met,
The winter air stings as it fills you,
Pick up your feet, you know you have to,
Breathing hard, gasping for breaths,
Running closer, closer to death.

 
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