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I am a Wrestler...


The day has come, I preped for all season

I look to the crowd and see all my reasons.

They call my name, I report to the front

I look to my left, my opponet looks blunt.

My smile can't seem to disappear

I know what's coming, the time is near.

We step on the mat, I can feel the excitement

I look in his eyes and see the resentment.

The whistle blows, I'm ready to go

 It feels like my power is out of control. 

14 seconds into the match, He's in a position

I got him collapsed!

I hear the Referee pounding the mat

The match is over, I hear all the claps.

I look to my side, my family so proud

For it was their voice I heard so loud

Its their smile, tears and hugs I cherish forever

Something I enjoy and they'll always treasure!

 

 

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