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I don't feel well
I feel hot, 
queasy, sick to my
about to throw up

I can feel the blood 
rushing into
my head
beating against 
my eyes and
hammering into my ears
a ringing thud
pulling and sucking 
inside me

I think I caught it 
from you mommy
from your words

I feel so sick mommy
I'm so ashamed

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