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Jun 2015
Its the fight of my life
I'm swinging left and right
Mind emotionally drained
Been punching at the same spot for so many nights
Took my gloves off
Now each blow is harder than the first  
It hurts...
The fight of the season
Me versus the wall you created
Which is the reason,we are even separated
You left without a warning
Built this foe that I'm going toe to toe with
I'm bleeding out
The fight of the season is turning into the last fight I'll ever be in
Can't punch anymore, knuckles bare
I'm knocked out, maybe dead
Now my new home is the cold floor
This is the last time I cared
#Intoxicated #Mess #WritersSadness
picaso 29
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