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7d
Under the weather.
Cold with A cold do not go together.

Stuffy nose, sore throat and a headache worth mentioning.
Why must the changing seasons be so threatening.

On 3 different OTC meds just to be able to breathe,
Not even the grinch would want to be or see me.

Of course I'm sick right as we're about to travel..
I mean in what other ways could my life possibly unravel?

No appetite and overly tired
Can my immune system be rewired?

I sound like ****, my voice is hoarse.
God refuses to give me remorse.
Oh how I love being sick.. /s
Written by
Kayla S  15/F/Here
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