Fighter!
Up only to get knocked back down,
Back to my respected corner,
preparing for another round.
With each blow I feel a sting,
But i'm determined to stay in the ring.
I cherish the bruises and cuts,
because it reminds me that i'm living.
Life keeps knocking my ass,
ut I get back up and I won't give in.
Eventually my time will come,
when the Judge will say...I WIN!!!
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