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Underdog
Being at the bottom is fuel
Life has a formidable way of stacking odds against you, much as nature does to a weak creature in the jungle. Odds so heavy and unfair that you would favor death over playing the wicked game.
You are coming from afar, weighed down by ailments and circumstances you never chose, but which were part of the hand you were dealt. At every turn and every crossroads you think that you are nearing either a break in fortune or the breaking of your back.
You find yourself puzzled by the irony of fate that laughs and laughs at your blindness to what lies ahead. It savors the pain of watching you overcome and strives to bend you to its sadistic desires.
The miserable stares of the mortals haunt the little peace you find here and there, in the midst of the agony you were destined to endure. Les misérables find solace in seeing you down after you had been glowing like the stars.
Their words slash your skin.
Nay… it doesn’t matter how thick it is.
They try to write you off and fear your resurgence. They always wished to tame you, and now that you seem castrated, it rejuvenates their rotten souls. Yet deep down, they know that your beast will never be tamed.
You know…
