I mean this as a challenge. Because today I am ready to fight you. You who has kicked me, bludgeoned me, and torn me to shreds with a sigh of boredom as you do it. You may have pushed me to the ground, flattened me into the earth, until that familiar metallic taste flooded my senses. None of that matters. Because however hard you fight, I will come back stronger. I will fight harder, but most of all, I will Get. Back. Up. I will wear your scars as trophies of fights won. All because I didn’t let myself falter.
So, if you accept, know that this is the last battle. Hear the cage around the octagon rattle. I know that after this I will be free. Be the most me I can be. But don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll see. But I’m not so sure you can take me.
Hidden Jules 