When reality hits you like the bullets of a shotgun  

‎And like an unprepared soldier, you don’t have your vest on.  

‎Maybe I was too busy preparing for war  

‎To notice I was already in one.

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‎When reality hits you like a punch from a boxer in the ring,  

‎You fall. You bleed. You don’t wait for it to sting.

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‎Reality doesn’t ask. It swings.  

‎It swings, but you fight.  

‎It hits hard, but you hit harder.  

‎It takes you far, but you take it farther.  

‎You take it deeper and deeper, till there’s depth no more.

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‎You stand up, you stagger, and maybe fall on the floor.  

‎Then you get up and show life who’s the boss.  

‎You don’t crawl and beg, it doesn’t show mercy.

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‎It doesn’t say, “Oh, he’s a rich person, let’s leave him and attack the next person.”  

You thought ‎“Everybody must collect” was a myth

‎Until you feel its jabs just like Tyson in the ring.