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New York State Fair

Overfilled stomachs, sick on fried food.

Too many people, all of them smiling

and having a grand time, oblivious.

 

Children begging for what they don’t need.

Mothers pushing strollers, with a glow

next to their husbands who stand tall.

 

So much noise, senseless chatter, laughter.

I sit alone at a picnic table, surrounded by strangers

the sun beats down on my pale skin, I nearly faint.

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Written by
heather-danielle-ashley
27 / F / American
Published
Jul 11, 2018
Lines·Words
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This is something I wrote after having a bad experience (due to my chronic illness) at the New York State Fair last year. I was feeling sick and nearly passing out, and around me everyone else was having fun and being carefree and I wished I could be like them.

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