Clean socks,
You have to, don't you?
Good job I washed my hair.
Cold, so cold
A child who can't pull the flush.
Limpers, scivers -
I want to go home.
Electrodes, electronics
Numbers flashing.
Normal numbers.
I'm alive.
He pokes my sternum
And I leave in
more pain than
when I'd arrived.
Costochondritis.
Again.
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