the meet
I hated running the 400 race,
everyone was starring and giving a weird face.
i knew I had to finish for my team,
didn’t matter how I was feeling.
my mother was in the stands cheering and screaming,
my heart was racing and beating, I was beyond nervous I felt sick; I still believe I could do it.
As I was running had a nice pace, in the end I WON the race!
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