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Their mocking voices thrum in the deepest part of my mind ,speaking only words like needles and yet I feel no pain.   The onlookers sneer with contempt as they watch the sweat drip off my glasses; my legs ache ,but my pride is my fuel. Domineering that she is, the captain smirking as she looks down at me from the bleachers." No chances they say, with short legs like mine,." I want to feel the breeze and taste victory. Their laughs only fuel me further because this is my destiny and mine alone.

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