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Carrying
Monday, April 13, 2009 at 4:35 PM

Monday, 1.35 AM

Blogging.

Was running as far as my legs could carry me earlier on.

During every run, carrying is the hardest part.

Especially when you're alone.

You don't know but just have to learn to trust.

When that feeling is there, you wish it would go away in a split second.

But it can't, it aches.

It affects your journey, your appearance and walk, your time.

Along the way something inside breaks.

And you can't stop carrying.


My dreams will blossom...