I remember how my finger tips felt when they took my finger prints,
alien. And I wouldn't linger another minute if they had said that I was finished.
Help. All I wanted was to leave that clinic; my self had been abolished and diminished. Hell.
I stiffened up, went rigid, when they told me not to fidget. Bells. I heard them tolling
in the distance. I asked the doctor why and he told me it was Christmas. Christmas already?
But I hadn't made my wishlist. Well, that wasn't my fault; Santa never listened. My presents went missing.
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