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I'm laying on the operating table
The lights almost blinding me
As I wait for the anaesthetic to kick in
Waiting for the bliss of sleep
I realise...
There was no anaesthetic
I begin to panic but my body stays still
As if I'm chained up to the table
As if my brain is denying control
I feel each cut the surgeon makes
I feel a warm liquid dripping down my...
Wednesday 28th August 2024 3:06 pm
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