You gave me space.
You gave me time.
I learned to move —
to make it mine.
Then came the race:
to outrun you,
to outrun me.
It never ceased.
Now I run —
grasping air,
claiming space,
spending time.
Speed. Fame.
Me. I.
Untamed.
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