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Feb 2011
Be careful!
             they may spill!
And ruin your nicely shined dress shoes.
    
My insides have been turning for quite sometime.
     So to me it is no wonder,
that they are about to unwind.
      You see I always have lived
in a state of worry,
It's been the same old story,
       My heart is weak,
       My intuition is bleak,
       My mouth hardly wants to eat,
       My soul is nearly beat,
       My body can't take this heat,
My mind is slow,
And my feet won't go,
      But I haven't much time left to complain,
My insides are falling out,
      So I am kind of in a lot of pain,
I swear I am not insane,
      I still have a story to tell,
So let me begin it.

       It all started when I was yo-


                          SPLIT...
                          SPLASH!!!
                          SPLATTER...
Written by
Gailyn Bybee
385
 
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