sickA Poem by S.E. Conwayso sick of this torment this blowing, sniffling hell
all these tissues driving me mad all these pills and teas and healing tonics
how was i to know that those germy little kinds would one day be the end of me
this hell of sickness this void of wellness will surly be death to me
i hate being sick, don't you? © 2008 S.E. ConwayAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on April 28, 2008 AuthorS.E. Conwayroswell, GAAboutMy name is samantha conway. i have recently graduated from highschool, and i am 18 years old. i have been though alot for my number of years. i have an old mind, a kind heart, and a nack for wrighting.. more..Writing
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