Wednesday, December 2, 2009


Breathe easily.
If I don't, I will faint.
This is the moment.
Take in the glory, soak up every drop.
I have earned this.
No matter how sick I feel,
No matter how much I want to scream,
No matter how much they shoot daggers with their eyes,
My people love me.
They need me.
My heart races with anticipation.
He looks at me.
He looks at her.
Whistle blows.
Ready go.

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