Living the Dream

It is my dream
Vault, Floor, Bars, Beam
It is my passion
A leotard is my only fashion

It is demanding and hard
I am bruised and scared
I am ripped and sore
But I can always go for more

I fly through the air
With barely a scare
With dedication and flaunt
I can accomplish anything I want

My coaches, Jessica and Lalo
I can always follow
I just want to scream
Because I am living the dream

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