The Fill
I cannot live with the emptyness
of an unfulfilled life,
my heart skips at the thought
of declining a battle.
The green cannot take away
my goals and aspirations.
I will perservere
through the mutiliation and jealousy.
I crave the fill of the fight.
I need the thrill.
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