a picture of mine, after scraping my forehead on the ground while biking and fall over the handle bar because the MEXICAN police side swipe me with their car while i am trying to evade them. i'm on my way to work that time...then my mind took me to this particular song in my head, THE BOXER [wikipedia]
excerpts from the boxer song
In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains
Yes he still remains

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