Racing

They could not have known that this was going to be their life.
They were going to run then hide.
Take me back to the start of the race.
It was not a race.
She would slow down to enjoy all the sights.
Would he have slowed down to take in each breath?
They sped past one another reaching the end way too fast.
That’s what you do in a race.
It was not a race.
This was our life.

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