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I dreamed I was training in a gym made of mirrors
It wasn't just reflecting me โ it was showing versions of me. One with no left arm, one punching air like she was winning, one crying in the corner. I kept sparring with myself, and every time I landed a punch, the mirror version would just smile and say 'good try.' The bell rang at the end, but nobody came to stop it. I woke up with my gloves still on, and for a second, I thought Iโd actually lost.
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