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I am sitting in the waiting room underwear off On a chair that hasn’t been clean since it was installed Goosebumps trail down my exposed back The ties of my blue hospital dressing gown the only barrier between me and a room of fully clothed strangers I am sitting in a waiting room my eyes are burning and I wish for nothing more then to have some type of dignity left But I put it in the white pillow case they give after telling you to strip yourself of everything you are It sits between my legs And just like that I am a blank slate (Nothing more and a little less than what they need me to be) I am sitting in a waiting room And I am the smallest person in every room I walk into These ones always make me feel smaller
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Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 4:39 PM UTC
Welcome To The Waiting Rooms
I am sitting in the waiting room underwear off On a chair that hasn’t been clean since it was installed Goosebumps trail down my exposed back The ties of my blue hospital dressing gown the only barrier between me and a room of fully clothed strangers I am sitting in a waiting room my eyes are burning and I wish for nothing more then to have some type of dignity left But I put it in the white pillow case they give after telling you to strip yourself of everything you are It sits between my legs And just like that I am a blank slate (Nothing more and a little less than what they need me to be) I am sitting in a waiting room And I am the smallest person in every room I walk into These ones always make me feel smaller
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Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 4:39 PM UTC
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