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Dealing with the courage and fear of going under the knife. In other words surgury. |
| OPERATION Shadowed walls Concrete floors Dark cold rooms Echoing halls 2 A.M. All alone Frightened, panicking I want to go home Morning brings paranoia Doctors in green coats Nurses with needles I’m totally freaking out Scientific language A lot of bull shit Rolled down to O.R. My life is ending Bright lights Sickening smells Shiny instruments Prolonged Hell Holding back tears Trying to be strong Clasping fists tightly Praying nothing goes wrong I breathe deeply Just like the doctor says 5..4..3…2….1 Is that a tunnel ahead? Eyes slowly open I made it I survived The sun shines brightly… That’s always a good sign Someone was with me From the other side Telling me not to worry It just wasn’t my time |
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