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Aug 2012
My stomach hurts,
My heads a mess.
I want to get out of this dress.
A bubble bath is what I need.
With the candles lit and the smells of sea weeds.
I can't believe I feel this way,
"I never get sick" I always say.
Well I'm eating my words,
It *****, alot.
I just wanna find my cot.
Good night world, I'll sleep it off.
and I close my eyes with one last cough.
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idratherbeflying
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