Watching the hit, I feel calm. Crying and blood, try smell harm. Back I go this mode of mind, you see me nice you see me kind. My eyes strain, ablatant stain, this bloody picture, failing to scare. Can't touch it, it goes through me. Can't feel the hit, all I do is see. The two sides of me, this square of glass, Watch from a distance, and let it all pass.
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