i was counting all my fingers, i was counting all my toes. trying to ignore the fact that i had nowhere left to go. the bleeding wasn't stopping and your voice was getting horse. reluctantly, i called a cab and he directed us on course. he said "this is the best hospital for miles. they don't just build patients, they build smiles". as i laid down my weary head, my kneecaps were still shaking and my eyes were red. the doctor came into my room and he put his hand in mine, he said "son, being there, there is a chance that you'll be fine because this is the best hospital for miles, we don't just build patients, we build smiles. we exhale your demons and cure your ills, settle down breathe out and prepare to be spilled". close your eyes, open your legs and prepare to be spilled.
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