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  • I'm laying on the cold metal operating table. First time that i can actually remember. All drugged up so I can't fight back. I look up and there’s these harsh lights, shining in my face making me squint. Four faces are looking at me, their face nose and mouth covered with the white mask, and the blue hair cap on their heads. One of the faces put a mask over my own, only this mask was made to gas me. At the same time a needle pierces my arm on the underside of my elbow. My vision begins to get blurry until the faces and the light begin to eyes close shut and all I can hear are my own thoughts saying “oh god” “oh god” “oh god” ...then nothing. All black. All gone.

    Photo credited to Mike Lacon
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