Surgeries
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Sitting in the dark.
Dreams vivd.
If only they were from the milk drank or the cheese eaten.
Much, much deeper in the soul, it leeches.
Somehing of a scratch it was.
I wake up to see doctors and nurses around my bed
Rushing through the halls telling me everything's alright
I feel the breeze getting colder as they are rushing me to a room
