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The Race
Remembrance of me possibly not making it out of alive was the least of my worries. Saving the thing I know and love to be alive was all that matters to me. Good lucks and rooting for my win. I took deep breathe laying down like a tin can. The machine closing doors closed on me. The oxygen white air sizzling. Recalled to return to my happy place. As my body cooked of the machine starting up to submissions at it's own pace. All red lights around me. I repeated to myself I can do it. Despite, I may lose in a bit.
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