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Jan 2018
Vision is blurred, the world spinning, my conscience thinning, help me please.
I can't think straight, why today? what did I do?
stomach weak, can't sleep. Why do I deserve this hell? can't you tell, I'm not doing well.
Headache, please leave, i'm weak.
if you couldn't tell, I have a headache and i'm kinda dying.
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   Halsea Callis
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