Rapped in a cottonball,
Rubbed in ones hand,
The grating feeling,
That it brings,
Feeling like I had the flu,
When I was five,
My pain comes to visit,
Whenever I'm alone,
At night,
When it hurts to call a friend,
Don't want to bring them down,
Don't want to eat that saled,
Give me some,
Gummy Bears instead,
The dressing has as many,
Calories as that bag of M&M'S,
So I'll sit with this feeling,
And eat my M&M'S,
Fall asleep, wakeup and,
Eat an apple ,
And later grab,
Some M&M'S.
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