My Gym
My Gym
a place I call home
I can't do without
working out
sweating
feeling the burn
loving every minute
pushing myself
further and further
like I'm going to drop
feel the burn
loving every minute
lifting weights
big and small
pushing the limits
muscles are fatigue
feeling the burn
loving every minute
reaching my goals
stress level low
confident about myself
my favorite place
a place I call home
I can't do without
My Gym
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