❝WE'RE FIGHTING FOREVER.❞
TWO FORMER BEST FRIENDS reunite with their backs against the wall when the Devil walks right in and sucks the breath out of their lungs.
❝YOU'LL NEVER TAKE MY COMPANY❞- the devil assured, fading into the dark with their bro...
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❝ I WOULD DIE FOR PRO- WRESTLING.❞ — S.Z
☀ S U N S H I N E, S A M I' S P O V:
Bruise after bruise, hit after hit, and sleepless night after another, I have built endurance to not collapse under the burden of scratching the surface so hard.
The blood loss,
the concussions I thought would kill me,
the loneliness, home sickness,
— it was all just for the sake of making an impression on the wrestling scene.
An industry so cold and full of betray— one day you were in, the next you were out. Whenever you thought you were hot stuff, something called an injury quickly reminded you to eat some humble pie as you watched hundreds of other men,
all just as capable as you,
take the spot, you wrongfully thought of as yours.
LIFE DOESN'T OWE ME SHIT, or anyone for that matter. Yet, some days it felt like life really enjoyed fucking me up with what felt like unfair amounts of tragedies.
Little by little, these injustices would burn me down to the ground and I'd feel sick to the core.
It's from life's oppression towards me that I often times felt this burning resentment for the road I had chosen
All while my friends were getting married, having children, and celebrating accomplishments in their careers, feelings of self loathing nagged at my bones, eating my dreams alive because although I always put a smile forth, I constantly felt like I was stuck GOING NOWHERE.
It felt like everything was moving so quickly,
and I was not.
Those were hard times in which I felt like some sad song, like that kid who left their home town way too early because they had dreams so big they never realized to see the bigger picture—
it's too much.
BUT WAS IT? WAS IT REALLY TOO MUCH?
For all those times my sweet mother called me up in the middle of the night, worried sick, I fought harder the next day.
I was going to make a name for myself, I was going to make myself known, I was going to be loved, all because my dreams weren't too much.
