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My stomach hurts, My heads a mess. I want to get out of this dress. A bubble bath is what I need. With the candles lit and the smells of sea weeds. I can't believe I feel this way, "I never get sick" I always say. Well I'm eating my words, It ***** alot. I just wanna find my cot. Good night world, I'll sleep it off. and I close my eyes with one last cough.
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Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 9:59 PM UTC
December twenty-seventh twenty ten
My stomach hurts, My heads a mess. I want to get out of this dress. A bubble bath is what I need. With the candles lit and the smells of sea weeds. I can't believe I feel this way, "I never get sick" I always say. Well I'm eating my words, It ***** alot. I just wanna find my cot. Good night world, I'll sleep it off. and I close my eyes with one last cough.
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Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 9:59 PM UTC
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