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By , Royal oak , MI

Im breathless
As i take my final break
I know this is the final stride
But that's usually the hardest

My lungs feel empty
My ears are ringing
Exhaustion hits me like a bus
As cool liquid travels through me

I stand knowing damn well
These next 30  minutes will kill me
I stare at freshly painted lines
And with a burst of energy
I run

Drill after drill
I feel my arms grow sore
My mind is ready to give up
But just like that
It’s over

It's relieving
My body, mind, and spirit
They ache
Im breathless
But that's sport
And that's my life
So as my coach turns the court lights off
I know i'll be here tomorrow
To turn them back on

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