In the end

And in the end what remains is a tired me

Hungry, battered and sleepy

It was a long day with too many hits and misses.

But in the end what still remains is a hope to run (again)

A hunger for success and dreams in my eyes

My heart isnt broken

My spirit is alive

And this is not the end.

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