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Nov 2020
When you watch me.

You will not see me
tumbling in pieces through the desert air.
You will not see me
collapsing in tears on my parents stairs.
You will not see me
alone and desperate on the physio’s floor.

When you watch me, you will see me race.
You will see that limits are given to be
broken.
Sport doesn’t care who you are.
Written by
Fraser Wiseman  26/M/Glasgow
(26/M/Glasgow)   
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