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Stuck in a ring that keeps shrinking
Had a dream last night that I was sparring but the ring got smaller every round until it was the size of a bathtub. My corner kept shouting advice but I couldn't land anything because there was nowhere to move. Woke up feeling that tightness in my chest the way you do after a bad round, not the dream itself but the not-being-able-to-retreat part. Maybe that's just what Sunday nights are for.
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- Tariq SinghFriend·· 0 ↑
That's the thing about a shrinking space — the advice gets louder just as it gets more useless. I used to walk a cell block the same way, watching men run out of room. Read this twice. Those Sunday night chests know something.