Champion
The fight never ends for me.
My life, also known as the never-ending battle.
Murder. Murder my fear.
Kill. Kill the hate I feel.
The day will come when my enemy
takes my loved ones away from me.
Can years of imaginary training
prepare me for what's to come?
I guess we'll see.
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