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There’s nothing to talk about when I’m regaining my strength.
I have no interest in reminiscing on how strong I used to be, before a setback.
I never operated like that.
I’ve always been focused on getting back after it.
If I got weaker?
There is nothing to talk about.
No one I want to talk to.
Not my friends.
No one.
“We’ll see.”
That’s the only thought in my mind.
A battle against myself
in its purest form.
A body that decided to sacrifice muscle and strength.
And a spirit that will punish the body for that decision.
They’ll see me again when I’ve conquered myself.
Until then,
there is nothing to talk about.