Pills, pills. Every size, every color, but they won't save you.

You hear it, don't you?

One, two, three, four...

You've been waiting for it.

The nurse's heavy footsteps as she walks out the door.

Unlike her, I know what you're hiding.

I know it all.

That unguarded syringe hidden underneath your shawl.

Use it on your metal heart.

Let steel erupt into rusty nails.

And we'll call it a draw.

A draw and that's all.

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It's never Sunday but I don't mind much.

There's probably nothing special on Sunday.

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