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( . )

Can't we just put a cork,

up there.

To stop the bleeding,

and ickyness,

and maybe even the

cramps.

 

It is a hassle and just puts such a damper on my life.

Makes things mundane and awful,

I can't wait for it to be over,

and for the exhaustion to

end.

 

The fatigue, irritability, and-

did I mention the cramps?

Where's the pay off here?

What do I get for suffering through this

on a monthly basis,

since 13!?

Silver-lining, my ***

 

The perks seem to be seriously lacking here,

so where is the cork or some midol

to ease the pain,

maybe even a heating pad...?

5 more days,

the countdown

has begun.

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kati-lyn-mitchell
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Dec 8, 2011
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