Please Stop

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I'm running forever
and I'm tired a bit.
I can't catch my breath,
but that one voice from the sideline keeps me going.
I want to stop but I can't help myself,
I'm driven and determined and I need to prove myself.
I look around before I drop
to the cold, wet ground.
My coach comes running
like a bullet just released.
I start back up, hands above my head and I take slow and steady breathes.
Now, benched for the rest of the game,
all I have to say is asthma needs to stop.





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