This race is longer than expected
My wounds are growing septic
The wheezing in my breathing
Is sounding like a broken record
The feeling that I'm freezing
Is becoming more relentless
And I'm reeling as I'm stealing
Each and every passing second
This marathon I'm living
Leaves me with split decisions
I got to make up my messy mind
I don't get any revisions
This self defacing division
Is clouding up my vision
These miles are slow coming
An un-anesthetized incision
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