Pressure.

There’s a me that pressurizes herself to win in football. 

There’s a me that breaks down in the first 5 minutes of a match. 

There’s a me that wants to give up. 

This version of me is slowly taking over me. 

I don’t want it to even exist. 

The person I want to be doesn’t exist yet. 

The person I want to be continues to play through out a match. 

 The person I want to be fills in all her maths at school. 

The person I want to be will get enough sleep at nights. 

But my current self-can’t think. 

 

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