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2:37 Am
Peacefully sleeping
Memory... 

Morphine blissed out
Cold
Distance voice a thousand miles off
INSTANTANEOUS UNADULTERATED PAIN
no more morphine fog

surrounded in unfamiliar surroundings
Laid out on a cold metal table 
jabbering masked figures
Panic...
awake

Phantom pains still burning
my own bed
4th time this week it's happened.
I used to love sleeping...

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