the first it was hard and straight to the chin a spray of blood caught his face as he lay dead she staggered back in shock and surprise shivered at the blow tears welled in her eyes bracing himself he waited for a reply she punched so hard he thought that he would die he tried to remember how he used to feel but that was a memory and this this was real when we used to fight she said it was for something not against each other but now we re losin what was good leavin us empty and hating one another one another the fighters the fighters but no one ever wins circlin around he shook his head nights like these she wished she was already dead she squared him up and wiped away the blood pushed him back he hit the ground with a thud lost in the moment he said a name his voice blew through her like a hurricane she tried to remember how she used to feel but that was a memory and this this was real when we used to fight she said it was for something not against each other but now we re losin what was good leavin us empty and hating one another one another the fighters the fighters but no one ever wins
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