Battered and bruised, against the ropes again.
Tripped up again by my own sacrifice.
Is this what heroes are made of, shit I don’t know.
The old boxing gloves, just don’t seem to fit anymore….
Find the fight, come on at least try.
Take a deep look.
Is it me, or this world, or everyone else, or just the reflection of writing on the wall.
- Authors: mattlentell
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- Finished: August 3rd, 2018 21:00
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