is that so? well… i don’t know. everything i saw was strange - horrible, yes, but…
i don’t know the right way to put it. it was like something happening to someone else, someone who was me but was not me, who could have been me once upon a time, but it made it easier to ignore how visceral it felt. it was easy to pretend it wasn’t me being hurt.
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i don’t know the right way to put it. it was like something happening to someone else, someone who was me but was not me, who could have been me once upon a time, but it made it easier to ignore how visceral it felt. it was easy to pretend it wasn’t me being hurt.