Sweat
I feel the cold yet hot bead of sweat rolling down my temple
I quickly wipe it away
a second later I do the same thing
I can feel the dampness on the back of my neck
pushing myself to work harder, to fight this heaving pain in my chest
sweat is dripping into my eyes, yet I push through
the more i sweat the more motivated I am to keep going
if I didnt sweat then I am not working hard enough
so I just let it run down my face.
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