Bullet whistles by and I stare. I knew it. I should've seen it, should've known it was coming, always used to know, but I can't see the shooter, can't feel the shooter, just the pain of the other people
-- somebody help us! --
I should find Simon, I need help, and I'm bleeding, I've been hit and it hurts and I have to get rid of the pain somehow
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