BACK TO THE MAD REALITY
Beep,
Beep,
Beep,
An alarm beeps.
A heart monitar.
I am alive.
Drip,
Drip,
Drip,
I hear the insoline dripping into the needle,
That I feel in my arm,
Which one,
I do not know.
I know I have been sterilized,
A doctor is near,
Checking charts,
And explaning that I had a nervous break down.
More than likely from stress.
Yeah,
Stress from what?
Does he know?
No.
Wait!
Do you?
No?
Then why ask?!
I did not ask any questions.
I just sat back and listened.
Sometimes listening is the best thing to do.
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