I was in the hospital on Sunday, I had stayed there overnight, and I was in a room with big armchairs and low lighting, which was very strange for a hospital. I was sure I could leave whenever I want, so I don't know why I stayed.
They took my blood and I don't know where they took it. I don't even know if they needed it.
All I had to do was smile at the psychiatrists and they believed me.
But nobody wanted to see the poisoned hole that had begun to infect my insides, so I let my hands lie limp and gave my mind to the stars.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
I was in the hospital on Sunday, I had stayed there overnight, and I was in a room with big armchairs and low lighting, which was very strange for a hospital. I was sure I could leave whenever I want, so I don't know why I stayed.
They took my blood and I don't know where they took it. I don't even know if they needed it.
All I had to do was smile at the psychiatrists and they believed me.
But nobody wanted to see the poisoned hole that had begun to infect my insides, so I let my hands lie limp and gave my mind to the stars.
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