My heart thunders, I feel like I am going to burst. I tell myself this is only the olympic warm up no pressure, but it really depends on my life. My fists grip onto the bar, I swing high, like a skyscraper.
As I spray my hands ready to compete, don’t want to slip. As I stared into the water it began to turn green, I rattle my head trying to stop my sight from being cloudy. I hushed to myself “I will make it” but the other side of my head is howling “you will fail”. I made it.
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