Hurt.
It hurt.
A lot.
It tore him
Stabbed him
Broke him.
It kept coming
Even when he was sure it
Would leave him.
It never ceased.
It never faltered.
Each blow worse than
The last.
But he knew
That there was
Hope.
He knew there was
A chance to stop
Everything.
And he fought for that
Because he would not allow it
To ruin him.
He would not let pain take him.
He would fight until his very last
Breath.
Until that pain knew
He was boss.
And he clung to that as it
Came back.
"you will not overcome me"
Jax
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The Antithesis Protocol
De TodoSo, i stole this concept (in)directly from @inconvenient Its a collection of random thoughts thrown into something I consider to be mildly coherent. *DISCLAIMER* by stole I mean I originally saw the concept of this style of writing from @inconvenien...
