Injured
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I'm a girl, more specifically an athlete and even more specific I'm a swimmer.
And then I did something to ruin that, I got injured, I tore my acl, completely tore it.
Now I'm trying to climb back to the top but it's not as easy as that.
(This is a real story)
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