Ian (processedbelief) wrote,
Ian
processedbelief

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Life's too fucking short to dick around.

I'm not sure what's worse
The waiting or the waiting room
"You're next sir" becomes a cruel taunt to you
Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant
Your God is a two door elevator

Do they even cure you? (Cut me open drug me)
Or is it just to humor us before we die (Repair all my defects)
If only we could heal ourselves
We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines

Let's redefine [6x]
What it means to heal
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