Boxing
Two years ago, I got in the ring with death.
I knocked him out in round one, all bark no bite.
Last year, I got in the ring with pride.
We went twelve rounds, and the canvas was drenched in both our blood by the time his face slammed into it.
Yet he fell.
This year, I’m getting in the ring with fear, and he failed to intimidate me at weigh in.
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