Oh boy

May 16, 2005 22:08

Sometimes, I’ll be sitting around, and something will send me back: a smell, a taste, a sight. I’ll be sitting there, and out of nowhere, there’ll be a dry plastic tube dangling from my chest, an all-too-real phantom of my past. It forks just past my ribs. The little plastic clamps sway on my stomach. As I shift uncomfortably, the scratchy plastic ( Read more... )

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shortstuff12410 May 17 2005, 22:50:33 UTC
You're Right

We take this all for granted.
We should realize that for all of us its been easy compared to you and we have to stope licking the silver spoon and get out and help this

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darkness123 May 19 2005, 23:31:00 UTC
Seb with writing like that there is no i have no doubt about 2024. Gillen for pres. 2024

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