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Push It

Gentle breeze come over me.

Help me find my breath again.

The sweltering heat surrounds.

The salt rises to the surface of my skin

with each drop of sweat from my pores.

My muscles twitch without much work.

Recovery from my own neglect is hard.

However, I push onward, I must to survive.

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