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My heart races.
The smell is nostalgic but medical now.
Comforting and unsettling in equal measure.
I don't have to lie now, I have an excuse to be here now.
The prick of a needle that should not yet be so needed.
The old joke.
My cue to laugh.
I miss it.
Then comes the question he's been waiting to ask.
I could lie, but
for the first time
I hesitate.
He knows. I know he knows.
Tears flow,
the pain of a thousand days and nights,
the numbness of a thousand more,
the sadness of a thousand again
finally free.
When I'm done, he hands me three things.
A prescription.
A number.
A white lie to take home.
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My heart races.
The smell is nostalgic but medical now.
Comforting and unsettling in equal measure.
I don't have to lie now, I have an excuse to be here now.
The prick of a needle that should not yet be so needed.
The old joke.
My cue to laugh.
I miss it.
Then comes the question he's been waiting to ask.
I could lie, but
for the first time
I hesitate.
He knows. I know he knows.
Tears flow,
the pain of a thousand days and nights,
the numbness of a thousand more,
the sadness of a thousand again
finally free.
When I'm done, he hands me three things.
A prescription.
A number.
A white lie to take home.
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