Patient 223
Summary
People were talking to him. He couldn't hear them.
The smell of cleaning alcohol was over powering and every breath burned flowing into his lungs. There was a man sitting in front of him. A button on his sure to be expensive petty coat was falling out. His wrists were cuffed. Too tightly, for any person's liking. Wherever they took him, he'd go willingly. The tougher the environment, the more at home he felt, the less guilt ate him where he sit, stand or lay.
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Frank iero
Patient 223
Gerard way
Therapist
@TheKeymaker
Whatever I'm lazy and this site is slow so oh well
8/5/14