Fighting behind the glove.

wat is meant to be will eventually be a memory. for wat ive forsaken is mountain to many. the despises that go around seem to caringly brace itself against the lush of emotions that fail to reveal their true identities. i miss maself. for wat truly was a evil being cast upon the very existence of God himself; Earth. id walk this plant and run amock. people lay at ma feet and pestered me to leave. sucha a soul i beared, heartless to the extreme. but then i fell, much to the disbelief of many. but the biography of a happy smile ends just there. and im back to my sinister ways. but now i feel all so lonely. maybe none of watz happening is meant to be? i cant read minds anymore. its hard to figure wat everyone's thinkin. ive lost that perculiar touch. maybe im juz growin old. the trick tht ma coach did is still fresh in ma mind, to the extent that it gives me headaches whne i try figuring that out. but thtz wat magice should do, and not confuse pple to tht point that u juz wanna shoot 'em down Bang Bang Bang, Whu's dead??? Fightworks Asia and Kadir's boxing school produces the best of the boxers, we're no far behind. but is the quality AND quantity im gettin good enough to take them out in June? im gonna find that out soon...