With each step forward,
I become more out of breath—
Out of breath and time.
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
The final line landed softly but stayed heavy. It felt less like regret and more like awareness, which made it resonate.
Nice job.
You've captured that feeling of racing against time.
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The final line landed softly but stayed heavy. It felt less like regret and more like awareness, which made it resonate.
Nice job.
You've captured that feeling of racing against time.