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These Burpees Please

When that energy consumes your body. Feeling weak and muscles seem shoddy. That means it’s time to get up and stand. Drop whatever weapon was in your hand. Look at something to focus your rage. For a moment let beast out the cage. Levitating and dropping in rhythm. Demons won’t get the best of him. No matter how many reps you do. Each set purges pain outside you. Anger you feel for things not right. Issues that are in your plain sight. With the log you grow your numbers. Clearing mental pipes like plumbers. We can’t control what others can do. But with the burpees we can renew. Put down the gun and grab the phone. Time for reps until the muscles moan. No trauma survived wins a future kill. Your nightmare won’t vanish by pill. So drop and give whatever you’ve got. Your head is not the one to be shot. Count those reps and do your best. Cuz In a minute you are free to rest. Live to see another day, it gets better. Be a suicide preventer, a trendsetter. Time to save a life, not just your own. A brother is considering becoming bone. While you kick your butt in shape today. Tomorrow others will hear what you say. Burpee with me while we kick some ass. So I won’t see you next year under grass.

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