Blood, Sweat, and Years
It's cold outside on this snowy eve
I get into my car and crank up the heat
Arriving at the gym, I wipe off my feet
For three years now, I've had this one dream
Along the way I didn't always succeed
But I remembered why I started, and that made me believe
That I have the potential to acheive the body that I please
Deadlifts upon deadlifts bring blood to my knees
The weights are my friends, and they're all I need
Rep after rep, I continously squeeze
I get so sweaty that, once I walk back outside, I nearly steam
The day is done
But the journey to success has only begun
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