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Poetry By: Carlee

This poem is about me whenever I was depressed & starved myself for weeks & I got badly sick. It was miserable.

Submitted:Oct 13, 2012    Reads: 19    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

Feeling bad,

looking really pale.

I dont know whats wrong with me but im not feeling well.

Its been weeks since I ate last.

I wish this sickness would pass.

Im real deppressed & aint had know rest.

This sickness has taken over me,

a zombie is what it made me to be.

Hopeing to get out of this misery,

praying soon I'll be free.

But, I feel like Im passing through,

I guess there aint nothing I can do.


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