Stories tagged “donation”
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donating blood
There is a hole in my arm. Right in the middle. It’s small and perfectly round, oh, and it’s bleeding. Well, not bleeding anymore, but it was. Blood started flowing almost as soon as the needle pricked its way in and I was hooked up to the ...
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My Agenda
Mom… just stop it. Right now. I see through your disguise, your nauseating smile. You gave birth to have a pet you can torture. Don’t tell me you love me, don’t ask me to forgive; stop lying. The caresses hurt more than the bruises ...
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Giving Blood
There is a hole in my arm. Right in the middle. It’s small and perfectly round, oh, and it’s bleeding. Well, not bleeding anymore, but it was. Blood started flowing almost as soon as the needle pricked its way in and I was hooked up to the many tub...