It was always Me v/s the Punching bag.
Yeaterday I punched it too hard.
Tore into its very fabric of existence .(I'm being sarcastically melodramatic).
Also tore its fabric !
Now My Punching Bag , My Companion has lost its usefullnes.
It has been put to sleep.
When a man fights brick walls , it's the man who eventually wins , because bricks never hit back.
My hands are still the same , mangled , knotty and heavily calloused.
And I'm forced to use my old punching bag which is 2/3 rd's of the torn one.(I used it when I was a kid )
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