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But You'll Never Fight Alone

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There is something about the whole ordeal. unpleasant, ghastly, gruesome, fearsome, awe-striking, damn fantastic. We turn our head slightly, spitting out a mouthful of crimson onto the sweaty, slippery tarmac. 

The taste of blood lingers; awful and yet all-too familiar. We don’t like strong tastes, unless it can be drowned by iced americano. The painful cuts and bruises we've been forced to feel is a sign that we are still alive. We are only human.


“Well, that's a pretty face you got there. What brings you to a fight club?"
The flaw in the control we've got over ourselves, the crows that have entirely lost their flightpath. The wings turn to white. We won't stop the fight. 

As a song plays.. "If you bled, I bleed the same"