sick stomach

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My stomach lurches,

My room spins.

I desperately distract,

My thumbs move fast and furious as I type.

Don't think don't think don't think

Thinking is when I feel it.

It creeps up my throat and sits there.

So I shall distract myself

As best as I can

Until the moment passes.

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