Days of dread. Days of lying in my bed, wishing for my symptoms
to vanish; but to my dismay, they seem like they are here to stay
So I’ll consult a doctor to help me take all my ills away. But what
will he give me to take? For goodness sake, not more antibiotics
Makes you want to feel chronic, but all I want to be is bionic, and to
chase all my pains away, but knowing my luck – that will be the
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