I hate being sick
I hate being sick
I swear It's not a trick
My nose flows
As much as the Niagara Falls
My eyes are red
Looks like I'm on drugs
I'm warm as hell
My fever yells
I can't stop sweating
The air conditioner can't start working
I don't really know what to do
But what I do know is I want to recover soon
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