The Race without “W” and “M”

So there I am at home with hot salty tears running across my face, dripping into my burning hot hole in my leg. Everytime I close my eyes I keep seeing myself at the top of this incredibly steep. The concrete burning heat floating on top. -Without W

So there at the top of the hill with hot salty tears running across the face I have, dripping into the burning hot hole in the leg I have. When I close my eyes I keep seeing that hill at the top of this incredibly steep road. The concrete burning with heat waves floating on top of the road. -Without M