That last round was the hardest one yet. It wasn’t my last, on that you can bet. I can breathe in my corner as I’ve survived once again. Sadly this fight is not one all fighters win. I can’t tell you for sure how many rounds I have fought. I can tell you for certain at least twice I’ve been caught. Against the ropes tired, trying to keep up my hands. As my opponent comes at me, again and again. A tireless adversary that adheres to no laws. Hiding in shadows and exploiting my flaws. My vision distorts as I hang by a thread. Survivals not easy when the fights in your head.