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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, a blatant 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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