Run.

FatGuyFits
Aug 9, 2017 · 1 min read

Run.

Run till your legs can’t move.

And then run some more.

Run till you lose your breath.

Run till your lungs scream with soreness.

Run till you sweat it out.

Run till you are drenched.

Blood, sweat, tears.

Run for the glistening skin.

Run till every muscle in your body asks you not to.

Run till you feel it in your bones.

Run till your joints scream out in pain.

Run till your veins pop out.

Run for the rush.

Run for the thrill.

Run.

Run from the thoughts that have said you aren’t good enough.

Run and prove them wrong.

Run for everytime you were bullied.

Bullied by your own boundaries.

Run from those who say you don’t belong.

Run away from their negativity.

Run from the darkness.

Run from the voices in the head that ask you to give up.

Run from the gloom.

Run from the sorrow.

Run from the numbness.

Run for everything that you’ve always wanted to do.

Run for everything you’ve always wanted to be.

Run for yourself.

Run.

Keep running.

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