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Oct 2017
The Boxer
With brick dust on my back,
And my chin in the air,
I had the sun in my eyes,
And you werenβt fighting fair,
It was a war of attrition,
12 years or 12 rounds,
The battle already lost,
But the bell never sounds,
So I stay on my toes,
Keep sharp, stick and move,
Feel that chip on my shoulder
I have something to prove,
The sweet taste of copper,
Blood dried out like rust,
Only me in my corner,
The only person I trust,
So I swing for the fences,
But prepare for the fall,
For you truly earn nothing,
Without risking it all.
#thoughts
#life
#pain
#risk
#hope
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