Sickening Stage
Sitting in the sunTapped each finger twice
Cooling of the cold
Plaguing me now thrice
Prone to severe illness
Lost to lowly germs
Doc is my best friend
Holding to me firm
Friends and family worry
Anxious as I go
Awkward smiles I receive
Upon returning home
Sound asleep at night
Dreaming of my death
Their fear makes me afraid
And steals away my breath
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