Can't Tame Me
I open the palm of my hand, counting seven sticks traced in pen on my skin.Seven sticks, or seven days... A week of only going back and forth from the apartment to the arena.I run until exhaustion, then I return to immerse myself in reading to try to find a solution to understand this damn recognition.However, at this moment, I somewhat broke the routine.I decided to lie like a starfish on the dirt in the centre of the track, my eyes turned towards the azure sky, deep in thought.I feel the wolf, on the edge of my perceptions, pacing and watching me from the bleachers.I pay him no attention, however, feeling that I could still quickly get upset.I prefer to take stock of my readings, which hav
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