Dear diary,
Running on a piece of green land
Bounded by the white lines
With a weapon to leash your anger
Wallop every bright yellow bullets with all your might
Your eyes are filled with hatred
Every sound of contact became victory
Deep and hard it goes
Looking far ahead
Run as your legs carry you
Look upon the sky
Engulfed with grey clouds
Catching your breath
With all your troubles behind you
Look back
Glimpse of the distance you ran
You're tired...
@deine=> solitary
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