5.35am.
Early.
Finished Work.
Still Dark.
Wishes to return to sleep.
Can't... school soon.
Eyelids closing.
Crap.
You make all this bearable.
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Sitting at the startline. Your opponents beside you. It's a test of wills. The one who gives in first loses. Your heart in your mouth. Your muscles ready to give their all. Its not so much a race. As it is WAR. Give your best and see the rest at the finish line. Your greatest opponent is your mind...
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