and after two days of cleaning up, feeding, changing, and maybe even caring for an unknown stranger who doesn't even know what she's doing here, i walked out the doors of that place.
hospitals.
funny places.
four went inside,
two came outside.
but never to be the same again.
JE LEEST
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