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last night i stood among glass with a bleeding hand-
so moved beyond ability to help myself that i could have stood there until morning
for a few moments, about every two minutes, i tried to convince myself i had the ability to get out of the situation myself, but my common sense laughed aloud at a lie like that.
at last my self-taught lack of patience that craves action forced me to jump, so i did. i jumped with my bleeding hand and miraculously avoided glass and more blood underfoot.
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