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My insides
feel a little dark
queasy
when I think about it truthfully
but I need it
the adrenaline rushing
heartbeat reaches my ears and overwhelms my thoughts
the desire to win crawls up me
a sick fungus
putridly festering
and yet I love it.
Dismissive glares to the girl next to me
baring my teeth as we prepare ourselves
to dive in.
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