Advillain

Masked in a sheet of cure,
The bringer of pain,
I should have just endured
the sickness I had,
And by the way,
Your advice was at fault,
I didn’t need your help as much as I thought,
I didn’t need to wait hours,
For something good to happen,
Feeling like my body fought against you,
And all the confusing pain I went into,
Making me urge the solace of a bed back home,
Where I could lay in my armour of sheets alone.

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