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Jan 2018
My nose is stuffy
My eyes are watery
I wish I wasn’t here
Sitting in a room, nothing of interest to hear

My mind is slow
I wish to sleep
I can only speak very low
There is nothing that my mind can keep
When i'm sick in school
Marcus David Bowden
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Marcus David Bowden  16/M
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