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Nov 2018
mondays were the worst to begin with
they always are
the feeling of uncertainty
the unknown
it haunted me
plagued my stomach
with ants lining the intestines
my organs clump together
each with a kick
but now it's worse
the unknown becomes known
and it's worse than i knew it to be
now mondays are waiting
waiting for the old to be new again
waiting for tuesday
Olivia Thompson
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Olivia Thompson  20/F
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