Sick
I hate this feeling in my stomach My enemy, my pain Bread, oh bread, how i loathe thee And all that you bring Please everyone, just stop Leave me be, let me alone What need is there here? Be gone, be gone There is no need Only blind eyes and a queasinessa rambling......heh......... Written January 1st, 2002 © on Jan 01 2002 12:45 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I hate this feeling in my stomach..."