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Jul 2013
The nausea rolls in me
Makes me want to collapse
Hit the cold tile with a thud
And maybe find some solace
On the bathroom floor

The cold water crashes into me
Colliding with my raw flesh
Burning, searing, scarring
I wish I had the ability
To faint on command
Written by
Lauren Rose
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