I thought that the Apple would be enough
running through my blood
That Apple would stop the weakness
Or at least
Give me enough energy to stay awake
But as I fainted
That maybe I needed
That Apple sooner
But each piece was so hard to swallow
With so little in my body
I can almost fly
I am light enough to soar
But then I come crashing to the floor in my math class
My secret is out
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