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My body is doing frightening things And I am not scared enough yet to fix them. When I was little my parents called it baby **** Because it is little and gross and irritating, Much like a baby, I think. But then, it was rare when I was little, And far less rare now, Seeing as for the past two weeks I have baby barfed at least eight times a day, Often on the sidewalk, Often the food I had just finished eating. It is gross. I should probably call a doctor, Because my mango smoothie tasted much better When I wasn’t spitting it up Into an empty coffee cup in my art history class. But instead of calling a doctor I wretch and shrug, As though that is helping. WebMD isn’t much help when it comes to frequent baby **** Either.
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 8:49 PM UTC
Baby ****
My body is doing frightening things And I am not scared enough yet to fix them. When I was little my parents called it baby **** Because it is little and gross and irritating, Much like a baby, I think. But then, it was rare when I was little, And far less rare now, Seeing as for the past two weeks I have baby barfed at least eight times a day, Often on the sidewalk, Often the food I had just finished eating. It is gross. I should probably call a doctor, Because my mango smoothie tasted much better When I wasn’t spitting it up Into an empty coffee cup in my art history class. But instead of calling a doctor I wretch and shrug, As though that is helping. WebMD isn’t much help when it comes to frequent baby **** Either.
ryanne-tate
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 8:49 PM UTC
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