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The smell of oil prevails throughout. I call out, but my words collapse against the wall. My body is too soft. My outline is too blurry. Of course I can't break through. I'm no more than a shadow. This world is way too gentle. It's been too kind to an ungrateful brat like me. If you forgot it probably didn't matter. If you forgot it probably wasn't real. It's like a dream? Exactly like a dream. A bird flies past the window. My eyes don't water. "You can't keep doing this." "Every man's an animal, yeah?" When I looked into the mirror I saw… There is no knife. There is no cut.