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I feel so lousy,
I can hardly breathe
with this damn cold
and it hurts when I cough.
I feel so useless,
I can't even stand,
without my head swimming
and my balance being lost.
I feel so empty,
I can't help but hope
in true delusion, that he might
walk in, and make me feel better.
I feel so stupid,
I can sit here and hope
until the end of time, but lets
face the facts... he's not here.
I feel so lost,
I can't separate reality from
all the hopes and pointless wishes
and I'm thinking of him...
I still feel lousy,
I can't shake off this hazy cloud,
and I can't force him out of my thoughts,
and I'm waiting to fall into a carefree sleep.
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|Reviewed by James David Compton (Reader)
|Gee Charlotte, most women feel lousy AFTER I walk into the room...sigh...
Wonderful piece, I'll send you some aspirin.
|Reviewed by Roger Ochs
|Until there is a cure for the Common Cold I won't believe that science exists. Well written.|
|Reviewed by John Valentino
|Sleep and the rest will take care of itself.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|hope you are feeling better soon! good write!|
|Reviewed by a- maryllis
|classic withdrawl this is... good write Charlotte... you'll be fine.