When I'm knocked to the ground by his punch,

When I'm overwhelmed by the damage he has caused to my body,

When my breathing is shallow and my training is fading,

When I have nothing left in the tank and my brain let's out a single cry that reaches not my lips,

When blood seeps into my eyes and I long for death,

I will hear my brother's voice.

I will hear him telling me to get up, to stand, to resume my stance and drive forward with my legs.

I will hear my Love.

I will hear her telling me that although I'm bleeding, now is the time.

Now is the time.

Now is the time, to hit back twice as hard.

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