Coldness
The loud gasps for air
And a phone you've been
Clutching in your hand.
The car chasing you,
Fear in your eyes.
You know it's the end.
You wait for the
Pretty blue and red lights
To save you.
And then you wake up,
Doctor everywhere,
And your very first
Mental hospital friend
Feb 18, 2025
Feb 18, 2025 at 9:17 AM UTC
Coldness
The loud gasps for air
And a phone you've been
Clutching in your hand.
The car chasing you,
Fear in your eyes.
You know it's the end.
You wait for the
Pretty blue and red lights
To save you.
And then you wake up,
Doctor everywhere,
And your very first
Mental hospital friend
Wrote this in the mental hospital
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