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Courage
to save your own life.
If you'd seen the steps you were taking...
would you not have cut off your feet prior?
A white room with plastic windows.
You're all alone,
with four sets of eyes on you.
It's hollow and empty in the room-
just like your body without your beloved powdery white friend.
You've been awake for three days.
They want you to sleep, but it's not your time...
and you missed a wedding, three days of the month, and a job interview...
for THIS?!
Copyright (c) 2009
Deanna Prall
to save your own life.
If you'd seen the steps you were taking...
would you not have cut off your feet prior?
A white room with plastic windows.
You're all alone,
with four sets of eyes on you.
It's hollow and empty in the room-
just like your body without your beloved powdery white friend.
You've been awake for three days.
They want you to sleep, but it's not your time...
and you missed a wedding, three days of the month, and a job interview...
for THIS?!
Copyright (c) 2009
Deanna Prall
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