everything is always bigger than you, always.
Fists, fists only, since his childhood. Your in a vacuum, those of the other straight in his face.
Then you thought of that punch on the snout might have been living, after all, your friend comes back from the factory with a broken back, without saying a word. You
at least some right to those who will break your back you could let go.
The bag has the face of your father and perhaps he has sand in it. A
right. Ride.
again. Ride the same.
Again, with all your strength.
He always laughs and good laws in the sneer his words: "You're a loser"
Then it happens that growth, including a broken nose and shortness of breath.
Your mother is in the mess of sand and sea water with which you played as a child of the sea. Cancer
call.
If only I could take a punch, but you can not, only the bag, only your father, only yourself.
few more years and you know where to hit your glove before you even think that.
The crowd, a lot.
Flash, many of them.
The beating of your heart, too.
Your opponent is the champion of the world.
It's just a man.
It does not hurt.
Dodge, move your toes.
Your head crashed to the ground is less painful hook you sent us.
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Get up.
2
Do it for the blood you spit.
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Do it for the tears you shed
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Do it for you that you are watching
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ball because you love her.
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ball because you're not a failure
Rise 7.
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For that bastard cancer.
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for you.
Well, the bell has sounded and you are standing. Te
the laugh, just fists, nothing more.
Life hits harder every time.
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