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There is a smell here, insidious enough to almost be insipid, but not quite, from where I stand inside this sterile room. The smell is sticking to the hairs in my nostrils, coating the membranes of my lungs, until my air glides unnaturally inandout in the manner of a poison, seeping in to all your systems, that you won't notice until You crash.
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 6:21 AM UTC
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There is a smell here, insidious enough to almost be insipid, but not quite, from where I stand inside this sterile room. The smell is sticking to the hairs in my nostrils, coating the membranes of my lungs, until my air glides unnaturally inandout in the manner of a poison, seeping in to all your systems, that you won't notice until You crash.
9:19 PM Written December 31, 2013      I hate hospitals edited January 6, 2013
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