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Rated: E · Poetry · Melodrama · #1710426
Just when u think it's safe for gingerale you...puke. Cried myself sick :(
Puke

Words swirl
Around
And slur
Before they come Out
My mouth
I think I'm qonnaaaa
Hurl
Don't do it qirl
Hard qulp down
Hope the dry heaves obey
Someone take me
To sick bay
My sweaty face is
Stuck to this plastic baq
Churninq in my tummy
The constant naq
I would shake my head
But I don't wana move
With The sliqhtest shift
the contents
I have subdued
Will have my room covered
In diqested food
Like dude
Are u serious
I have cried myself sick
All alone
I feel my cheeks fillinq
Thru my lips spillin
Thru red rimmed eyes
My tears are still willin
To fall
Still in bed
Curled up in a small ball
My core feels like
An amusement park free-fall

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