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Sitting there was all he could do
Moving was too hard now
Apathy... that's it. (Nothing else mattered)
He was beyond depression, rage, pain. (Was there more?)
Apathy.
When he did blink, in those second he could see (the world whited out, so peaceful)
Red, dried and caking (blood, his own, everywhere)
In the moments he could feel (So few, so rare)
Pain, dull and aching (They burned so brightly, yet all was dim)
Hands turned red (so much blood)
His own for once (yet so much not)
The blood no longer flowed (but the pool forever grows)
Knuckles torn open (where they ever closed?)
Glass lay shattered, the mirror broken (anything to block the sight)
The monster banished but a moment (It had only quieted)
The rage building once more (I'm so scared)
The anger returns (Make it stop)
Once more, the beast howls (What have I become?)
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