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life of a wrestler


we eat sleep practice and worry we sleep a lot we rarely eat of fear we wont make weight even though we know were 2 pounds under we still feel something would happen we go to school and think of our moves we zone out visualizing them and start to flow and we dont even know until someone points us out and say what are you doing? we look away as if they wont people say its gay and the sport is stupid its not about 2 sweaty guys rolling around on a mat no its about the respect you have for the oppenent for hsi talent and strength we get made fun of i dont get it whats gay about beating someone up? i lveo the sport one day wanting to be an olympian! ihope work hard and dreams come true
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