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Hay fever
I can smell the blood.
I can smell the pain.
Hay fever is here again.
I hate the sting.
I hate the feel.
I hate the whole, sorry deal.
My nose feels dry.
Then my nose runs, wet.
Just how annoying must it get?
My eyes now redden.
They grind and itch.
Hay fever... You're a total bitch!
I can smell the pain.
Hay fever is here again.
I hate the sting.
I hate the feel.
I hate the whole, sorry deal.
My nose feels dry.
Then my nose runs, wet.
Just how annoying must it get?
My eyes now redden.
They grind and itch.
Hay fever... You're a total bitch!
Published 9th Jul 2012
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