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I'm here and I'm present. I'm not "detatching" or "separating." I'm not floating out of my body, looking down on it. I'm right here in this spot for every single punch. Every time her four folded knuckles are propelled from their resting spot into my face, I'm here.

I'm here and I'm hearing. Hearing the same words that she's said time and time againg. Words that I know I'll hear again because I won't leave, I can't leave. I won't leave. Words that don't even hurt anymore because they are the same every single time.

I'm here and I'm falling. Falling down the stairs but I know how to catch myself because I've had practice.