It surrounds me like a warm fog at first, this feeling of violence it's overwhelming, the more you suppress it the stronger the feeling. , and soon after the warm fog turns into an inferno. this need to fight anyone, the feeling of knuckles colliding, the insane rush of your heart as it pumps blood at rapid speeds. But yet all those feelings are damned up swelling and growing more intense. This is the burden of a fighter with nothing to fight, damn a peaceful life, I can't tell if this is paradise or hell all I know is I'm not satisfied. So now I wait patiently for something to bring the spark of life in these old bones.

too appease writico imma say taco repeatedly to get to 150 words ignore this part taco taco taco taco taco taco GOLDEN TIGER taco taco taco taco taco taco.