when it cannot be done, even though you really want to

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i've made it! i'm on the other end of the finish line. and now, i get to watch the other marathoners sweatily catch up to where i've been resting, knowing this whole time the prize for crossing.

i'm golden like a trophy, covered in ribbons, and mounted on a podium.


why does everyone seem to be running in place?

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