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Jun 2018
My body is strong,
yet something is wrong;
This feeling deep in my insides.

Coffee won't shift it,
nor will chocolate biscuits;
My skeleton is where it resides.

Deep in my tibula,
my cranium and fibula;
Every bone within my sides.

It's all in my head,
where is my bed;
I think I'll turn in for the night.
Feeling worn out and stressed lately
Emma Sims
Written by
Emma Sims  Nottingham
(Nottingham)   
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