The cold air stings my skin as I bound down the incline. My feet dance off the ground with the momentum, the wind caresses my face. My footsteps are a dull thud-thud against the cement, my breathing the steady inhale-inhale, exhale-exhale, and when the two lock into place I know I have found my rhythm. My pulse drums in the blood of my ears. I focus only on the sidewalk. I feel a rush of exhilaration, a thrum of energy. I am an oscillation, I swing to the beat of time itself.
And right now, It can't stop me, I have slipped from its grasp. It doesn't matter that it'll always be a part of me no matter the distance I try to put between us, or the stacking of the odds. I just run.
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