I swing again. The cut under my eye reopens, and fresh blood trickles down my cheek.
I swing again. A tooth comes loose. The familiar metallic taste washes over my tongue.
I swing again. My vision blurs. I fall to one knee, before willing myself back up.
Through the ringing in my ears, I hear them ask why I do this. If my jaw wasn't broken, I might tell them about the promise I made long ago. I swore that no one else would ever hurt me.
I swing again.
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