![]() Morning Sickness/ Get Away From MeA Poem by Alexandra
I feel the growing pain in my stomach
Nausea hitting the fan Days are getting hard But, I refuse to let you know That I’m growing weak due to a huge mistake by you I’d rather die then tell you, I owe you something © 2019 Alexandra |
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Added on April 29, 2019 Last Updated on April 29, 2019 Author
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