The fight

I stand by the ring, towel in hand. Watching my fighter on his unsteady feet, tired of the onslaught, too beaten to hold up his hands against the tirade of angry jabs, too lost to care for defense. Tired. Beaten. Lost. A fight too far, a heart too broken. A spirit defeated.

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