You would be suprised, seeing me, being a Fighter
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Last published Sat, Jan 26, 2019
Fighting. A word with multiple meanings. Fighting could mean a good thing but it could also mean pain. Pain could be on the inside, but it could also be on the outside. On the outside you could see someone, but if you never have seen the inside you can't tell how hurt people can be. If you are hurt, it can be fixed, but it also can haunt you for ever.
Read me and you'll learn the diverence between Fight and Fighting. All sorts off pain, learing to know a person and most important, you'll understand how people hurt each other and what the concequences can be.
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