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Motivation.

My eyes open. The beam of light hits them, and is absorbed;
the body moves. My arm first. A spark of electricity jolts throughout
my vessel.

 

The vision hits me. The rush of adrenalin too
consumes me. Flows through my veins
boils my blood. Makes me stronger, faster, better.
The hustle, the grind, the sweat, the blood, my tears.
Tell me
to STOP.

 

To keep going
to never give in

 

Success. It drives me. Crazy
like a drug
cuts me off from the rest of the world.
The purest ecstasy, every detail matters.

 

Failure. My only antidote. My remedy.
The breath of fresh air
brings one back to reality
brings me back to reality.
Back to my grind. My hustle. My sweat. My blood. My tears.

 

My motivation.