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Now, I'm standing in a crowed street and there she is. Playing with her knife. Watching. Carefully. She is dazzling through the crowd chosing her target with a fucked up sense of power. I stand in the crowd with my fucked up sense of power. She hasd already choosen her target and is ready to make her move. I know that the blow she is planning is not supposed to hit me, but when she is ready to start "poking" I get in her way thinking I know exactly what is going to happen. The only think I got right was that a delusional unarmed me was going to face a psychotic bitch with a knife. What I didn't got right was that my thinking was going to be a problem a would fuck my advantage of knowing that I was going to get in her way before she even dreamed about it.

Next thing I know, I was already stabbed in the liver. People came to my aid but it was useless. The only thing I could do in my mind was thank those who came and give up. I've lost. All my effort became shit and there was nothing more to it than giving up.