Sick
Give it all you got
point, lean, leap
extend, breathe
focus, stride,
sprint, finish.
The prize is
glory and work
is the sacrifice
victors dont
cry, they sweat
out their fury
and frustrations
Suck it up,
Suck it in,
Spin until your
surroundings
all get jumbled
and the world
is only what
you see and
can achieve.
Addiction
Voices
Expectation
Illness.
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