He is feeling weak and he walks down the street,
the pain he is feeling sends his thoughts reeling.
He knew that this night was just not going to end right,
the cold air making him feel bold.
He didnt expect to feel that disrespect.
the heat coming off his skin is what made the fight begin.
after the first punch he heard a loud cruch,
the blood pulsed through his veins making him feel insane.
with every kick he began to feel sick,
his confidence low, waiting for the next blow.
as he lay on the ground without a sound,
He does not want to remebmer that cold night in december.
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