Couldn't drag me away. Rolling stones and memorable tones. Dad's in CCU and there's nothing I can do. The queasy feeling in my gut came back like a shaq attack. I want to cry when I see you hooked up to all the machines even though I've seen them a thousand times. I've operated them and counseled families and cared for the patients...but at the risk of sounding cliche- its a whole nother ballgame when its your family. I feel helpless and lost. Trying to trust that the universe knows what the fuck its doing and hold my hand while I live the nightmares of the human dream. I'm sorry for your suffering. It seems like one of those over philosophical music videos where time goes backwards and you understand the car crash. Fuck MTV. True Life: I hurt.
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