The boxing ring doesn't exist here. There's no gloves. No crowd. No red bell to ring. No set number of rounds. No referee. No hitting past the bell.
No other opponent.
There's only me. Fighting a never-ending battle against myself. I can't walk away from this. I can't shut it off when it gets too much. I can't bow out and forfeit.
I've been dealing with it. It's hard. But I will keep trying.
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Poetry Book 1
PoetryRandom Poetry! This is just a cute selection of them. 😊 They're not necessarily in any particular order, they're just in the order of randomness! So *warning*: the emotions WILL fluctuate a lot!! And also *warning* possible profanity. STARTED: Marc...
