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FELL DOWN ALONE THIS TIME, ON A HARD WOODEN FLOOR. THERE WAS SWEAT IN THE SPLINTERS, FROM THE MANY, MANY BEFORE. THAT STOOD HERE AND BLED, FROM ANGER ALONE, FIGHTING WAS MEANT FOR THIS YOUNG MAN.

LAID MY HEAD, NEAR EIGHT DROPS OF BLOOD. MADE MY BED, NEAR EIGHT DROPS OF BLOOD ON THE FLOOR.

THE HEALING TOOK A LONG TIME, BLOOD SOON TURNED TO TEARS. BUT FOR NOW I’M GONNA TAKE IT ALL OUT ON THIS FACE THAT I’VE FOUND ON THE LEATHER. THESE ROPE BURNS ON MY BACK, ARE THERE TO REMIND ME THAT, FIGHTING WAS MEANT FOR THIS YOUNG MAN.

LAID MY HEAD, NEAR EIGHT DROPS OF BLOOD. MADE MY BED, NEAR EIGHT DROPS OF BLOOD. LAID MY HEAD, NEAR EIGHT DROPS OF BLOOD ON THE FLOOR.

LAID MY HEAD NEAR EIGHT DROPS OF BLOOD. MADE MY BED, NEAR EIGHT DROPS OF BLOOD. LAID MY HEAD, NEAR EIGHT DROPS OF BLOOD ON THE FLOOR.