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My eyes are burning, tears are running
Body is aching, showing the pain
Tissues were finished, nothing to wipe with
Mind is telling no pain, no gain
He is twitching, to show his muscle
She is running with weights on hand
He is shouting don’t stop, do more
She is crying with pleasure of pain
He is yelling you are strong, do more
She wants to scream, but who would listen
Music is loud and the floor is lively
Movers abound with the rhythms of dance
Sweat is mixing in the air with dampness
The odour is spreading, hard to breathe around
Anxious minds looking at the ticking clock
Is my time yet? May that question haunt my mind
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