Miserable Paradice
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My passion lies within the iorn.
With it, I fight for what I desire.
I sweat, and I cramp. I relish the burn.
Armed with it, my tendons are like fire.
At war with genetics, I'm sure to lose.
No matter the odds, I continue.
For whatever I do, I shall not confuse
the true meanings of ego and virtue.
As my fibers twitch, I keep in mind,
fear is not real. Today, I will not die.
Focus intensley, and you will find,
confidense is built whenever you cry.
Know your dicipline, and what it can bring,
but remember, your God is listening.
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