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fingernails to rock crawling up this mountain, sweat fills the air, my cheeks flushed, embarrassed of how much effort it takes me to deal with this burden but it's okay, as long as I make it one more day. I will have won the race against myself.
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Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 12:08 PM UTC
Racing Myself
fingernails to rock crawling up this mountain, sweat fills the air, my cheeks flushed, embarrassed of how much effort it takes me to deal with this burden but it's okay, as long as I make it one more day. I will have won the race against myself.
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31/A/USA
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 12:08 PM UTC
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