June 13, 2006
The air becomes thin. All the sweat and blood could make an ocean.The shaking in my legs is getting worse.And the competition isn't over yet.The blows I have taken, makes me jittery. My knees can't take much more.But I have to keep going.To hear the wave of applause And to hear my name caught in the middle. And that numbed the pain.
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