Don't you hate it when you get sick? Even if it's just a cold... Your head aches, sinuses plugged-- Eventually, you find yourself drugged With ANTI-that and ANTI-this... Coughing, sneeezing while you miss The days that you now long for... They seem like "heaven" now! Even though those days you miss Felt "sickly" somehow...Birth sign: Pisces
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