the shock and confusion. The sickening feeling of adrenaline surging through your veins...the aftermath of feeling the pain of bruises. The outrage at the capacity of the violence of others and of your own, not to mention the paranoia of wondering if you've contracted AIDS when you have other peoples blood mingling on your own open wounds. It's a bad scene man.
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Sandblasted faces, no mouths to scream. Needless object always scratching. This breach in heaven irised shut. It scorns the land without even ghosts