The Great Finish

I can't breath

The water rushing past me, the taste of chlorine on my tongue

It's almost over, just a little bit more

The wall gets closer, my legs yearn to quit

Don't let them beat you

The crowd gets louder and louder, my fingers reach out to finish

Victory is mine

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