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I Feel Sick
Nausea.
Anxiety.
Endless thoughts.
Swirl in my body the closer I get.
Abandoned child abandons the father.
I don't want to be here.
Please God, why?
Anxiety.
Endless thoughts.
Swirl in my body the closer I get.
Abandoned child abandons the father.
I don't want to be here.
Please God, why?
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