Never in my wildest dreams would I have been able to conceptionalize the ability of one muscle.
My personal fight with it is more than a childhood tussle.
It has the ability to make one laugh, cry, and have an ******
My body goes from treamors, to shakes then to spasms.
I try to last for three rounds.
Each time I get up he brings me back down.
My mind has given up and my body is starting to show.
That's it I'm done, the ref just gave him another TKO.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
Never in my wildest dreams would I have been able to conceptionalize the ability of one muscle.
My personal fight with it is more than a childhood tussle.
It has the ability to make one laugh, cry, and have an ******
My body goes from treamors, to shakes then to spasms.
I try to last for three rounds.
Each time I get up he brings me back down.
My mind has given up and my body is starting to show.
That's it I'm done, the ref just gave him another TKO.
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