Useless and Uptaking.

Early in the morning, a young figure running amidst the dusk of the dawn. The chilly wind blowing softly on his face. His black hair getting pushed back. And a wonderless eyes only seeking nothingness. Donald Trump just escaped his second impeachment and an earthquake happened in China. But, his boy never saw his role in his and fucked it.

Only viewing himself, he stopped caring about a proper future and a useless past. He concentrated on himself only on the present where he struggled enough to not find a reason to die. The boy ran the few kilometres of the town in less than a minute. Barely sweating and panting, the boy did not stop. He trained his body however he could. Moving trunks of trees, flipping tyres over, running from downstairs to upstairs. The boy never asked himself why he was doing all of this. But the boy felt that doing it would help him later.

He'd lost his everything not long ago and was left alone. And when he tried to end his life, he couldn't. Then, he reached a conclusion.

'If I can't kill myself. Someone else can do it for me, right ?'

And so, he trained his body to be a pro boxer when he didn't even know what a boxer was. He did this training every day of the week, every week of a month, and every month of a year. He never stopped, never wavered, never flinched. He did his best to achieve a better present than his fucked up past. And when those trainings stopped having effect on him, he ceased doing training. And officially at the age of fourteen, he started to finally give study a try. And after harsh days spent in front of books, he was finally eighteen. Thus, he was ready for college.

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