I dont think straight when I'm sick, my mind is twisted, as if it were a wet rag, being squeezed over my head in hopes of helping me. I'm sending out an S.O.S. save me from any mistake i could make, or any thing i might break. School is going terrible, Ive lost all focus, & last night I had a dream that involved Soccer, Rejection, Water chasing me
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