I enter the ring not knowing my opponent…… but he looks vaguely familiar

after the introductions something about him is a bit unsettling

looks to be in fair shape and he has a good amount of spring in his legs

we go back and forth for a few rounds feeling each other out

then I can see the look in his eyes……. He’s ready

the war starts……

I land….. he lands and we both grab and hold catching a break from the battle

then a very strange thing happens…… in a clench I look him straight in the eye and he winks

the guy I’m fighting is me…..wears his hair a little different and his hair has more brown than mine

But the differences are just a diversion to hang me up ……but I know….I know I’m fighting myself

I go back to my corner and don’t answer the bell

i don’t come out… it’s over

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then I wake up…….perspiring heavily…..it is over

I am tired….real tired of fighting with myself

I have retired from the ring and my cuts and bruises

are healing nicely

Stop                    Fighting      With                Yourself

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