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Driven To the losers there is the relief that they can return again and tempt their mortal souls. To the victors the strain is to stay on top. No time to pray just to focus and drive on sure determination. Death waits at every turn. The roar of the crowd The roar of the engines Spectators Racing track High speeds Fuel pumped in. |
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