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Heart surgeons fix you.
Brain surgeons fix you.
Cardio thoracic, 
neuro,
pediatric,
all kinds of surgeons
to fix us.
To make us better.
To make us stop hurting.
To suck the pain out through a bendy straw
and throw it away.


But my stomach is empty.
My heart is thudding 
too fast and hurting.
There is a weight pressing
on my windpipe,
traveling down and
suffocating me.
You.


So, where's my surgeon?
Where is my goddamned 
bendy straw?