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UntitledWith friendship there comes
Trust and expectancies
That someone will pick up when you call
That someone will catch you
When you begin to fall
A trust that is built
Iron clad and unwavering
None of your secrets loose
No matter the quavering
But someday, somehow,
The dam lets loose,
The secrets flow
The call is never picked up
And you only continue to fall
Are all friendships doomed to this?
Or is it something hidden by a deep dark wish?
A deep down want,
A sabotage against oneself?
17. BloodI hate hospitals. Absolutely loathe them. Or, at the least, one in particular.
I sit back in my chair and try to relax, knowing that it is utterly futile as I await to be, yet again, stuck with a needle. I still cant believe how many times it takes for them to find a vein. Theyre supposed to be professionals, right?
Ive been sitting in this chair for about thirty five minutes now, a bar set across my stomach so that I cant get out. Ive watched about seven people go in and out while Ive been stuck here.
I have five band-aids on my right arm from where they stuck me in the arm and couldnt get anything. They said that they are going to try my hand now. I plead with them to stick my left hand. Im tired of the pain in my right arm and I refuse to not be able to write or draw for a full day or two because of the pain that my hand will b
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