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You propped your torso above the sweaty mat, resting on tense arms, arms rippling and sculpted and wrapped in serpentine tattoos I'd long stopped crunching my body into a pretzel
We got apples and oranges and all of the greens We got salmon and soup pea and vitamin C. From farmer's markets, to Whole Foods, to your mom and pop shops, Together we have made our health a priority, but this has to stop.
When i am in the gym i feel at peace, The hard work and the sweat prove to me my determination, When i find myself angry the gym is a release, This body i build, my very own creation,
When I step through its doors I am at war. Every Set is a battle, Every Rep is contact, Every drop of sweat that runs down my head, Is the blood of my fallen brothers. I will not rest until my body runs red.
Working out is an art form, My body is the canvas, and I am the painter. Every rep is like a brush stroke, Every set is the sculpture that is me. Working out is an art form, My body is the canvas.
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