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One thing I enjoyed were all the shots to the head. One small slip someone can end up dead. Thrill of the compilation on top a prizeless bet. Who made it look the sickest was what you we really get. 

Diving off the ropes all to thriil a crowd. To stand on that top rope feeling the excitement extremely loud. To entertain and doing what I loved made me very proud. Was a constant buzz my head flying up in the cloud. But latly I just have memories and always a sense of feeling down. So long I've tried but feel forgotten now. The world I once loved buried my underground. 

Gone and forgotten is a hard pill to swallow. Filled with sorrow, really hating I'll still be here tomorrow. I need a new path with a new purpose to follow. Cause what I'm doing now isn't working, people weren't ment to feel so hollow.