Today's OneWord: Compete

I never want to be your rival. I never wanted to compete with you. You put so much value in gold over silver, and how tall the trophy rises on your mantel.

All I wanted to do was run. From what, I don't know. Toward what, I don't know, either. The world, to me, is an endless treadmill which I am constantly skidding along on. A moving highway that leads to railroad tracks that leads to the sea that leads to the void.

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