The will to keep fighting
630 comes early then I want, my alarm goes off telling to get up and push on. I think to myself another day has come again. What will today bring? Will it bring happiness, success or even sadness no ones but time will tell. Come 850 its time to go to the gym its not a normal gym, this gym is where only the best train. But do I consider myself the best? Its hard to tell. At 9 I arrive and I here my couch yell gear up its time to fight. I think to myself oh great here we go again. I look at all my the fighters in the class eyeing them down one by one like a tiger eyeing their prey thinking to myself who can I beat, but before I can choose I am assigned a some to fight. It has to be the biggest guy. The bell rings and then comes the punches and kicks. I block left and right. Then the fire inside of me explodes like a volcano , I unleash the beast inside. I turn off all senses and turn on my fight mode. Sometimes I succeed and sometimes I fail. But I know one thing for sure the fire in me will never stop and I will fight on to the top.
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