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CARLY'S POINT OF VIEW

A nice cool snapping crisp sound echoed through the whole room as my boxing gloves met the long-hanging punch bag. This sound calms my nerves as another sleepless night knocks on me. I haven't worked out in a long time, and I can't recall the last time I did while I was attempting to concentrate on my breathing. As I prepare for the greatest battle of my life, I attempt to harness all of my rages and punch it out.

I beat the bag with all of my strength, and every blow is equivalent to the amount of craziness I'm building up inside of my head. I despise how my mind ignores and pushes it all the way back into my brain, the thought that one day, all of the new-found pleasure I'm experiencing, which includes happiness, satisfaction, and fulfillment all rolled into one, will be taken away by some unseen force. As guilt crept in, I began kicking the bag, and my very own blood was sacrificed in order to achieve it.

Happiness.

The last two and a half years have been not