Every yawn, I feel my heart ache. Every cough, I need to hug myself. Every sneeze, I cry out in pain. Dammit, the bruises are still there. I awaken to surges of pain from rolling in my sleep. Instead of regretting my pain, I regret not leaving my opponents in similar states
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