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Feb 2011
The way my cheeks hurt,
My stomach feels pain,
My head throbs,
My fingers shaking,
My palms clammy,
My antidote to kick in,
My knee caps lock,
My face starts to itch,
My teeth clenched,
My finger nails no longer anything left to chew,
My toes tingling,
My upper right chest, feeling pressure,
My sight becoming fuzzy,
My thoughts mixed frequently.
My friend.

I love you, too.
Written by
Libby Biscotti
566
   Angie Acuña and Jami Samson
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