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But this one's infected.
It's a stab wound to the gut.
Now it's all yellow with pus.
Disgusting.

Stiches?
Nah, I didn't go to the doctor.
Probably should though.
It might get worse.
Whatever, I'll wait it out.

Bad idea.
Now it's getting ugly.
I'll spare the details.

Doctor says I need surgery.
Something's lodged in there.
What? That makes no sense!
When did anything ever make sense.

Turns out it was a chip of bone.
Knife chipped it off my hip.

Realistic? No.
Cause this is all just a weird, awful dream.
Not really, but it should be.

Time heals all wounds.
Antibiotics help,
but some people can't afford them.

And there's no real precription
for a freak knifing to the side
where part of you hip gets
caught in the wound.

Ouch.
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Infected
Date: Monday, 2nd July 2007 @ 04:00:17 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: a7x36
Time heals all wounds.
But this one's infected.
It's a stab wound to the gut.
Now it's all yellow with pus.
Disgusting.

Stiches?
Nah, I didn't go to the doctor.
Probably should though.
It might get worse.
Whatever, I'll wait it out.

Bad idea.
Now it's getting ugly.
I'll spare the details.

Doctor says I need surgery.
Something's lodged in there.
What? That makes no sense!
When did anything ever make sense.

Turns out it was a chip of bone.
Knife chipped it off my hip.

Realistic? No.
Cause this is all just a weird, awful dream.
Not really, but it should be.

Time heals all wounds.
Antibiotics help,
but some people can't afford them.

And there's no real precription
for a freak knifing to the side
where part of you hip gets
caught in the wound.

Ouch.
That hurt.

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