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The filling
Under the seat
Waiting
pop on the glasses
The preparation
You can hear
They don't offer
Ear plugs
Waiting and waiting
Tapping
You wait anxiously trying to move away
Sometimes they need to strap you in
Shivering and quivering
Inquisitive of whats going on
They numb it with a prick
You may not feel the pain
Although you can later
You can only hear the drills
Feel the water
Feel whatever it is they may use
Until its over
You might feel a slight pain
Only after it wears off alone
You feel the pain
Sensitive or not
Nobody knows how it feels
Just you and your Lord
It affects us all in different ways
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