He loves it
The fighting
He does it every day
He loves seeing the blood
The pain
No matter if it's his or the other's
He loves it
The feel of his knuckles hitting a jaw
The crack of the teeth he breaks
The taste of his own blood in his mouth
He loves it
He has no friends
Only enemies
But he's ok with that
He would have fought them anyway
He would have ruined it for himself
But he doesn't care
He loves it
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Random Poetry And Random Thoughts
عشوائيyup just random poetry some feelings and stuff too
