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Don’t Give Up

With a pop I heard my kneecap displace and I went down in agony. My hopes and dreams of winning the 500 metres shattered. I gritted my teeth stood and limped to the finish line. Don’t give up. non deficere. I basked in the audience as I hobbled to last place.

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Diversified Writer

Darren is a short story and novella writer. He likes tall tales that have humour and heart. He’ll occasionally bring you poetry, finance and health blog posts.