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I watch from afar,

like a horror movie gone bad

I can't escape,

but I feel so removed from it all.

The blows fall like a summer thunderstorm,

Lightning hard, and often,

but over quick.

I watch as the seconds tick by

As the little girl falls to the ground.

Finally I'm free of that horror

But alas, only for it to be rewound

and played back again.

Time and time again I watch.

It remains etched in my mind forever.

Will I ever forget?

Ever accept?

Ever forgive?

Ever?