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Used to punch metal freezers, shred my bare knuckles on a black bag when I didn’t feel like wrapping my hands with ***** dishrags. But I put those fists down, lost the pit fire, let those flames expire cause I was so tired of how that rage burned. Simmering passed a soft-boiled brain, used to workout just to dull the pain, now I workout at night just to feel a little more alive. Dreams won’t let me go to sleep gently, or rest peacefully but it is the waking hours that are more disturbing. Always been a fighter even when I wasn’t even scrapping with other slack jawed idiots. Sometimes it is just my own mind that I am battling, as my demons come ready to swallow me.
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Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 10:59 AM UTC
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Used to punch metal freezers, shred my bare knuckles on a black bag when I didn’t feel like wrapping my hands with ***** dishrags. But I put those fists down, lost the pit fire, let those flames expire cause I was so tired of how that rage burned. Simmering passed a soft-boiled brain, used to workout just to dull the pain, now I workout at night just to feel a little more alive. Dreams won’t let me go to sleep gently, or rest peacefully but it is the waking hours that are more disturbing. Always been a fighter even when I wasn’t even scrapping with other slack jawed idiots. Sometimes it is just my own mind that I am battling, as my demons come ready to swallow me.
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Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 10:59 AM UTC
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