So there I was, the baton
 in my hand with a
 grip tight enough to peel the
 skin off of my palm
 running through the track for the
 third lap, my great need
 for breathe and water hits me
 The more I gasp for
 air, the more dry my mouth gets
 increasing my thirst
 I finished the third lap, but
 just by chance, I want
 to fall, I can but I can’t
 I won’t, and somehow
 a burst of energy hits
 me, and I waste no
 time, sprinting to that destined
 finish line, thinking
 that I've won the race with a
 smile on my face
 Ending up in Second place.

CC BY-SA 4.0 Brofist by Ethan is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.


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