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Apr 2020
The sound grows louder
You hear only the patter
Every breath is a test
I will not let myself rest

I see my opponent, his shadow closing in
My body struggles, it pays for my sins
As my mind races to find an answer
Doubt creeps in like cancer

I will not let it bring me down
Block out all of the sounds
All the time I put in, lead to this
I will taste victory's sweet kiss

Of this my opponent will agree
Because my opponent is me
You race yourself
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