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Broken Dreams


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Practice after practice the only thought I had was to get better. I knew that all my hard work would pay off soon and I would feel like a drug addict shooting up. I knew that waking up with the roosters in the morning to run and staying after practice with the raccoons would eventually pay off. The day came up as fast as an Olympic sprinter. I stepped foot on the mat and heard the whistle sound. Before I could say, "ow", I saw the ref stop the match. My leg had snapped like Kevin Ware.



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