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The Sickened

January 9, 2017
By Funnydeer BRONZE, No, Michigan
Funnydeer BRONZE, No, Michigan
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Agh! What is this that ails me,

Why when life was so good?

My insides churn like boiling water

My eyes are aflame, I cannot see,

Cannot see nor tell what awaits my wretched existance!


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This is one portion of a poem I did for poetry slam.


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