I like the metallic, blood-like taste in my mouth when my lungs scream for air.
I welcome the numbing, rigor mortis of a 400-meter running race, when my body starts to feel like the walking dead look.
That might sound strange. But I’m not alone.
I like the metallic, blood-like taste in my mouth when my lungs scream for air. I welcome the numbing, rigor mortis of a 400-meter running race,…
I like the metallic, blood-like taste in my mouth when my lungs scream for air.
I welcome the numbing, rigor mortis of a 400-meter running race, when my body starts to feel like the walking dead look.
That might sound strange. But I’m not alone.