I don't own it.
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Walking. Walking. Walking. Jogging. Running. Running. Sprinting. Falling.
A single pair of hands grab me.
Training ki- almost kicks in, hands defensive, body ready for a fight.
Then I stop. Fuck it.
Let them come.
Let them all come.
I don't care anymore.
My body is being abused as I think of how pathetic it is.
No defence. No need, want, for defence. Just hopeless.
Worthless.
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"Not a single defeinsive wound. He didn't just know this guy... either he was totally incapacitated by the first move the attacker made, or..."
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Or what, stupid man? Huh? Or what?
Just let me sleep. I'm not your problem.
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