Boxing is rough. Even if you win, you get hurt.
Of our hurts we make monuments of survival. If we survive.
For what is delusion but the prelude to hurt. And what is hurt but the prelude to rage.
A mouth of no distinction but well practiced, before I entered my teens, in irony. For what is irony but the repository of hurt? And what is hurt but the repository of hope?
Like most people, I can be very easily hurt.