all my neighbors have fruit trees. as far as i know, they let the fruit rot on the branches and grow soft and dark and moldy on the ground. why don't they pick them? they're beautiful. and i know they taste just fine (i picked a few lemons, i admit).
ah.
today, i ran. my legs felt as if they would stop working.
and as i fell behind, the lights began to blur as i felt a wetness in the corners of my eyes.
but you just have to keep pushing. because you can still breathe, you can still move.
there are people watching, waiting.
so you keep on running.
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