" It bears down on me . . . I can't breathe.
I'm holding on for life, suffocating under the crushing weight. . . Of expectations, my dreams, this potential.
It is my burden, my personal nightmare.
I often think these legs will break, my back will buckle.
But when in doubt, push back. Burn the white flag and trample the olive branch under foot.
When it's time for war, come with wrath and fell determination.
That heat, the pressure . . . It will transform this rough body, harden it.
When things get tough, never give quarter.
Never surrender."
13 weeks out thought process
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