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Sickly
Pushing down on my shoulders
Dread

Guilt, hopelessness
Tomorrow it starts
What should've been

Too injured to return again
I want pink tights
Your hands fix my arms
Instead of office work
And PT for the harm

I did to my tendons
Last year worked to hard
My perfectionism landed me
Out in left field
Whatever that means
Sports to me are unconcerning

I try to stay light
Positive, fresh
But the more I try
Devil it eats at my flesh
My soul feels alone
I can't talk to my friends

They worry but really
Cannot understand

When you give it your all
And start to believe
Then you fall who can catch you
If you only want your dream