The walls close in breathing gets harder every gasp a fight this city grinds you down until nothing's left but the dust between the cracks you keep pushing because stopping means dying here in the shadows with the ghosts of what you almost were the concrete is cold the lights are too bright or not enough there is no in-between just the relentless forward march into the noise the static the endless scream of it all you don't sleep you don't rest you just move one foot then the other a machine fueled by desperation and the faint memory of sunlight somewhere beyond the skyline you punch the wall because you can't punch the sky because your knuckles need to feel something real even if it's just pain even if it's just the shock of impact reminding you that you're still here you're still fighting in the silence after the echo that's when you hear it the faint rhythm of your own heart still beating still demanding more
Get angry? Don't take it out on people—take it out on the game! Smash every wall in your path! Let all that frustration and stress out. Punch through anything blocking your way. Show what you're made of. Run, punch, and obliterate every wall!
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