Saturday, January 1, 2011


My stomach is tight,
My throat is dry,
My fingers are twitching,
I let out a sigh.

My head is pounding,
My face is red,
My lips are moving,
My tongue feels like lead.

I feel a bit faint,
My face is paling,
I need to lay down,
My heart is failing.

I'm a bit better now,
Just a little bit so,
So I stand up,
And now you know.


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