i can't eat.
my stomach feels queasy,
and i'm afraid i'll spit up what i consume.i can't sleep.
my mind keeps racing,
because i can't seem to erase the thought of you.

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i can't eat.
my stomach feels queasy,
and i'm afraid i'll spit up what i consume.i can't sleep.
my mind keeps racing,
because i can't seem to erase the thought of you.