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No where to run 

It runs in my vains 

With every pump it grows stronger; thicker even

The feeling is like no other 

With every passing day it consumes me an overwhelming amount 

Not to say there aren’t days where the feeling is forgotten 

That’s when it slowly creeps up 

With every stride

Every pull of a muscle 

It creeps up like a pesticide destroying every living thing in its wake 

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