my human race

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: December 27, 2016

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Submitted: December 27, 2016



I begin the race slow and steady and run at a safe pace, but as I look down I see that my runway is not paved. The ground I run on is paper and on this paper there are words. My speed picks up and as I run faster I can see that these words make a story, the story of my life. My speed continues to pick up as I enthusiastically read the story of my life, but soon the words begin to blur. I've found that I'm running so fast that I can no longer read the words. I feel as if though I've missed the past 3 chapters of my life and now there is no plot to the story of me.

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