Running back to clash with fate
Sweat skims down my skin
Breathing in and out
Losing my will to keep running
Knowing that I cannot give up
I look past my pain and set my sights on the finish line
The dirt under my feet kicks up
Leaving the other contestants only seeing a dust storm of failure
I begin to see sight of victory
However I do not get cocky
For to much confidence will cause me to fail
A couple of more feet to go
I push my legs to the limit
There is no one else in sight
I run straight through the paper line
It breaks with ease and the horn of victory sounds
I fall to my knees and break down with tears of joy
Knowing the hard work I have put in for many years
Has finally paid off
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