The Final Lap

November 16, 2016
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I breathe out. Nerves tickle my heart.

I stretch my legs and watch the track.

Baton in hand, it's time to impress.

First place in sight.

My lace caught, my sight black.

Nerves won this race in my untied shoes.

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