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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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