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Stamped: 21:14:00

I hate neuro.

I hate it to the core.

I don't understand it, I don't comprehend it, I have no idea what they did to the patient and I have no idea what I'm doing to the patient.

And with everyone having their own opinions, it definitely ain't helping the situation.

Bleah.

:(



I feel like a slave.

I work like a slave.

Then I realize....

I am one.....

Just with a different name.


- jess, the slave girl -

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