Alone i wait in a very cold room.
I shiver and start rocking back and forth.
I hear, voices, deep and loud.
Echoes from affair.
Still very cold.
My hands are cold, and my teeth now chatter,
Lips are blue and purple.
I begin to grow weary waiting,
I fight my eyes as the bright lights go in and out.
Beep beep beep,
It's all about to be a faded memory.
As I can feel the first of 32 injections going into me.
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