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I smell the beer and sweat that hangs on the air. two beasts of burden at the ready, as doctors laugh and joke and wait for blood. The bell sounds its violent echo and with it two artists paint the canvas crimson. A winner is picked, he's barely held together with a belt. what a world what a life what the **** am I doing with mine? If life is like boxing, I'm on the ropes
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Mar 4, 2023
Mar 4, 2023 at 7:48 PM UTC
Winners and Losers Like Me
I smell the beer and sweat that hangs on the air. two beasts of burden at the ready, as doctors laugh and joke and wait for blood. The bell sounds its violent echo and with it two artists paint the canvas crimson. A winner is picked, he's barely held together with a belt. what a world what a life what the **** am I doing with mine? If life is like boxing, I'm on the ropes
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Mar 4, 2023
Mar 4, 2023 at 7:48 PM UTC
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