As I sit here thinking what to write, I think of what people want to read.
You don't want to read about a girl lying on her bed, sick to her stomach, typing on a keyboard. You want to read about and adventure, a girl lying in pain as her stomach turns she clenches her pillow praying, it will go away. She runs vastly to her cabinet and find the magic blue pill she has been praying, the one to relieve the pain, to vanquish every ounce of hurt streaming through her. As she brings it to her mouth with water rushing behind it she must wait the dreaded thirty minutes before her pain can vanish. She lays trembling on the bed waiting, wishing, hoping for the time to pass...and then the moment strikes, all the pain is no more. She is free to walk, to run, if she feels the need (which is never). The girl who once cried in pain is now free from the burden.
your little sicky,
Taylor
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