Sore eyes, puffy and dark underneath.
My feet are off the ground, knees not tucked
under my chin,
but marching fast up a wall.
I've got to follow. Get my legs back.
After that I'll catch my breath.
I don't know how I feel about this.
Disappointed? Ashamed?
Don't worry. I'll come back one day.
It's not you. It's me.
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