in readiness for the third round
I got knocked out once
but I rose each and fought again
I'll watch myself walk
down the familiar road
with my heart pounding in
similar uncanny rhythm
I'll be alone listening
to the voices in my head
tell me there might be something
amiss, or something good
I know I'll do a good job ignoring
the negative
I want to make amends
although I know I am not
supposed to
there is nothing to prove
except test my resolve once again
and prepare for heartbreak
once more
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