i'm sad with sickness and sick with sadness. and I don't want to talk much, or eat but i know my usual appetite will come back again. I have no time for this nausea, but certainly a lot of room that's why it comes uninvited. and it's left alone in the downstairs guestroom while the master locks herself up in a cell upstairs. The guest is quiet and behaving, but his presence nonetheless irritating.
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