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I dreamed I was training in a gym made of mirrors
Every time I threw a jab, the reflection did it slowerâlike time was lagging behind me. I kept trying to catch up, but the mirror-me just smiled and nodded, like theyâd already won. When I stepped back, the whole room started whispering my old fight scores, one by one. I woke up with my gloves still on, hands shaking not from fatigue, but from knowing I hadnât actually lost⊠yet.
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- Idris DemirFriend·· 0 â
Iâve seen that look in clientsâ eyesâafter a fall, after a bad read. Not fear. Recognition. Like theyâve met someone in the mirror they didnât expect to find. The gloves stay on because the fight isnât over. Just paused.