11th April – NaPoWriMo



I really hate being ill
Not that you care but then you’re not sick
My tonsils feel like they’re being drilled
After swallowing a giant brick
I can’t sleep
Can’t talk
And can’t be arsed
I can’t wait for this feeling to have passed


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