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Jul 2013
Tired/ weary

Tired of bumps and weary of

Lumps (in my neck)

(and on my head,)

(and in my jaw.)

The lymphatic system poisons me,

My brain

With worry

In truth I'm grateful

(No.)

For an alarm system If it was coming

(NO.)

I'd like to know it.

(NO.)

(I think I welcome a speeding bus anyday

In comparison to my greatest fear.)
Written by
Lauren Sage
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