You are young,You always want to run.feet would rather resist friction,tugging beneaththe soles of your shoes,than to compromise;With resistance.a constant battle,throughout your youth;You are disillusioned,you want to travel faster,than the sonic booms.The electricity glistens;You get older,Feet start to developan appreciation for friction,You gradually ease off;The ignition,had an epiphanydon’t need to sprint,into the ground,that will inevitably,force…

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