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Well Emily, I could say the normal happy birthday thing that's overused and has lost meaning, so instead, I give to you a poem which I hope you'll find inspiring. Think of "racing" as a metephor for never giving up :)

I'll race!
To feel the wind in my face
And I'll race!
To feel alive
And I'll race!
To feel like I own this place!
And I'll race until I die
And I'll race against the other racers!
And I'll race with one big shout!
And I'll race against the clock!
And I'll race against myself!
And I'll race
And I'll race
AHWOOOOOOOOOOO... RACE!!

Happy Birthday. Here is my present to you: click here for it.

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