the wind ahead feels strong
the air suddenly becomes thick and heavy
pulling all oxygen away from me
surrounding me,
the others turn into vultures
prowling and circling me
ready to pounce and attack
ready to flee and pull away
i pull as hard as i can
surging forward i don't look back
can't afford to, i must look ahead
focused and ready to dispense my strength
the race hasn't end
for this is just the beginning
we aren't winners
we aren't losers
not till the end of ends
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