Sweat

I feel the cold yet hot bead of sweat rolling down my temple

I quickly wipe it away

a  second later I do the same thing

I can feel the dampness on the back of my neck

pushing myself to work harder, to fight this heaving pain in my chest

sweat is dripping into my eyes, yet I push through

the more i sweat the more motivated I am to keep going

if I didnt sweat then I am not working hard enough

so I just let it run down my face.

 

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