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Sickness
I can't concentrate
The pains seems to penitrate
Deep, my insides cringe
At this sudden twinge
That buckles my knees
Leaves me begging please
Stop this agony
My stomach heaves violently
At the mercy of the porcelain god
Begging the Ungrateful sod
To give me peace a nights rest
A few hours if all at best.
