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Zach Bennett
Ms. Asuncion
English 9H Block 3
12 December 2015
Running Race


Old, withered, trees
Running through the forest
Angry voices shouting behind you
Footsteps on the crinkly autumn leaves
A thousand others have run this race
But you are still the first
Dashing through the forest
Your feet barely touch the ground
You are one with the wind
A thousand others have run this race,
But you are still the first
Onto asphalt road
A burst of speed
All sound fades away
A thousand others have run this race
But you are still the first
The finish comes into sight
It's getting closer, bigger
Your legs turn into rubber
The world slows down
As you sprint towards the finish
The world crashes in
Sound and feeling trample you
As you soar across the finish line
A thousand others before you have finished this race

But you are the winner

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