life on point
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Ongoing5m
Last published Wed, Mar 30, 2016
blisters, bruises and blood the pressure of flailing with eyes all around. The stress of trying, the pain of trying to hard was unforgivable. As the pain digs deep into your hart, you have to win, be the best, never give up. But when that day comes the day you fall the day you sprain your wrist, your ankle it all comes down to that moment.
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