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She hit the wall. Again. 

And again. 

And again.

Until she couldn’t feel her fingers. 

Until she was almost positive she’d broken every tiny bone in her hand. 

Until she realized that she could fill a river with all the blood she’d lost. 

And then she hit it one more time. 

Just to prove to herself that she could. 

Just to feel the explosion of her own nerves as they panicked and ruptured. 

And again.

And again.

And again. 

But, alas, the wall wasn’t what she wanted to hit.

And her hand wasn’t the only thing she wanted to see bleed…

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