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我静静地坐着,紧闭着双眼。这是南卡罗来纳运动员公寓的一间宿舍。房门锁死了,我麻木地握着枪,对准自己的胸口。颤抖的手指无数次挨到了扳机,但终究缺乏扣响扳机的勇气。此刻,我全身像着了火一样,头在飞旋,完全不能控制。类固醇——可怕的类固醇,像魔影一样在我眼前晃动。在已逝的日子里,这个恶魔给我带来了无穷的痛苦。我再不能忍受,恨不得马上就结束自己的生命。不,是结束难以忍受的磨难。队友急促地敲着我的房门,但我没有理睬。突然,我听到了一个熟悉而急促的声音:“汤姆,开门!”啊!是父亲。猛烈的敲门声和揪心的呼叫声震撼了我:我藏起了枪,将门打开。父母要送我到医院治疗,我知
I sit quietly, eyes closed. This is a dorm for a South Carolina Athlete Apartment. Locked the door, I numb gun, aimed at his chest. Trembling fingers touched the trigger countless times, but in the end lack of courage to trigger. At the moment, I was like a whole body of fire, flying in the head, can not control. Steroids - scary steroids, shaking in my eyes like a magic shadow. In the late days, this devil brought me untold suffering. I can not stand it anymore, and I can not wait to end my life right away. No, it is an end to unbearable suffering. Teammate hurriedly knocked on my door, but I ignored it. Suddenly, I heard a familiar and rapid voice: “Tom, open the door!” Ah! Is my father. The violent knock on the door and the gripping cry shook me: I hid my gun and opened the door. Parents should send me to the hospital for treatment, I know