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Everything is gnawing like what you gnawed on last night, Salmonella, Desdemona, E. coli', which plight. Wanting to exhale yet holding on to breath, diaphragms help gag and heave but no relief is let. rib cage throat and mouth expand. but nothing works quit like fingered hands. sightly stroking epiglottil muscle. tightly choking back the particles . to live to release to mutually be just go back to sleep no time for sick bees cant enjoy the flowers while you sit in the honey.
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Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 1:05 PM UTC
Sickness
Everything is gnawing like what you gnawed on last night, Salmonella, Desdemona, E. coli', which plight. Wanting to exhale yet holding on to breath, diaphragms help gag and heave but no relief is let. rib cage throat and mouth expand. but nothing works quit like fingered hands. sightly stroking epiglottil muscle. tightly choking back the particles . to live to release to mutually be just go back to sleep no time for sick bees cant enjoy the flowers while you sit in the honey.
This girl I was talking to got sick from eating undercooked pizza. So I wrote about food poisoning as best i could :P hah
Lendonpartain
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32/Non-binary/American
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 1:05 PM UTC
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