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My breath has long fleeted my lungs; My body is crippled tirelessly by pain; My mind begs for this moment to cease   This is the moment to yield Yet I press on... Through the exhaustion. Through my faltering muscles. Through the wall of debilitation My back is against the wall Yet I will continue on... Pass the limits of possibility. Pass the boundaries of condition. Pass the ambiguity of self. 'Till I have defeated my enemy 'or I stand before the gates of Valhalla. My rival hits the floor Regardless... I can never accept Defeat When its only separated from Victory By a thin            fine                line. I ascend its threshold*
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Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 6:16 AM UTC
Victory II
My breath has long fleeted my lungs; My body is crippled tirelessly by pain; My mind begs for this moment to cease   This is the moment to yield Yet I press on... Through the exhaustion. Through my faltering muscles. Through the wall of debilitation My back is against the wall Yet I will continue on... Pass the limits of possibility. Pass the boundaries of condition. Pass the ambiguity of self. 'Till I have defeated my enemy 'or I stand before the gates of Valhalla. My rival hits the floor Regardless... I can never accept Defeat When its only separated from Victory By a thin            fine                line. I ascend its threshold*
Not sure this one holds up to its predecessor, but when do they ever. Am I right!?!  ... Any way
#fight#fighting#competition#vicotry#perseverance#fortitude
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ryan-clark
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Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 6:16 AM UTC
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