With Pressure

There is pressure. I feel pressure. The pressure comes from within and from outside. The pressure is intense, sometimes painful, and always present. I cannot fail. I must always find a way. Despite the quantity of doors that have been, literally and figuratively, slammed before me, I continue knocking on doors. With painful bruises acquired, from countless falls, I must continue to stand. My body and mind are exhausted; yet, I am determined to do my best.

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