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The taste of vomit in my mouth,
and lack of breath, while hunched over a bush.
The clouds passing above, remind me of egg drop soup
All I can think about is the pain in my legs, and the sound of rushing wind in my head
I could have sworn I say you jog by me, but it was someone else
I have a feeling some of you might wonder if I DID have some egg drop soup for lunch after a breakup and decided to go running immediately after. Well, no I didn't, and I don't do that. Breakups are uncommon for me anyway, but I know they hurt. I tried, I haven't really been writing much. The stuff in my head cannot be put into words, like the feeling I get when I'm doing something [i]really[/] fun. *wink*
Mad monkey fling poo!