When you wake up to white walls and endless halls there's an emptiness that echoes through it all. So sit back in your bed, with your mind medicated and your senses stuck on the sick scent of the dead. You can call for the doctor, it's all you've got anymore. He's the ticket to the life you had before. If I could just make them see that I don't need this. FRIENDS & INFO & MYSPACE
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