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Four years of total dedication for a chance at the luxury of choice. I abdicated my will to the coach. She molded my body and mind and gifted me a bottomless thirst for competition. She promised that “one day, the years of struggle will strike me as the most beautiful.”

Nobody cares.

I mutter it for what feels like the 300th time. Sure, I’m pretending to be a fish, but I’m not the only one with a mask. This is my last fight—the only one that matters.

I feign interest in prizes and glory. I’m here to steal my freedom.

Jul 17, 2024
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