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																		| The 
																		moment 
																		happened 
																		so 
																		quickly Yet 
																		lasts 
																		forever
 Two 
																		kicks to 
																		the head
 Staggered 
																		me
 Fear and 
																		anger
 Mixed a 
																		cocktail
 Far more 
																		volatile
 Than the 
																		eight I 
																		had 
																		before
 These 
																		are the 
																		moments
 That you 
																		make 
																		life 
																		decisions
 Without 
																		benefit 
																		of 
																		consideration
 Pulling 
																		the 
																		knife 
																		from my 
																		pocket
 I was no 
																		longer 
																		the 
																		victim
 As my 
																		tormentor
 Turned 
																		on his 
																		heels 
																		and ran
 I 
																		pursued
 Defending 
																		my honor
 With two 
																		quick 
																		slashes
 Then 
																		lights 
																		and 
																		sirens
 
																		
																		
																		Now time 
																		passes 
																		slowlyFor 
																		three to 
																		five 
																		years
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