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Nov 2015
What a long,
painful day.
I was in the operating chair
before 9 a.m.,
getting those useless wisdom teeth
plucked from my head.
So much annoying pain,
terrible pain meds.
So much blood,
not enough gauze.
No smoking, no straws,
scared to eat, scared to drink.
Tired; with even more noticeable bags
hanging under my eyes.
Praying, hoping, wishing,
this is all over soon.
Chameleon
Written by
Chameleon  30/F/Ohio
(30/F/Ohio)   
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   ---, Cecil Miller and SPT
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