Better be home soon

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this. (Byron)



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Get this.

I am sick.
I feel cold.
I feel like crap.
I have a headache.
I want to go home.




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