Sick Day

Most days begin with a duvet,

That pins me to the bed,

The thoughts that kept me up all night,

Have filled my heart with dread,

So here I lay not wanting out,

Nor do I wish to stay,

But face the world aint on my list,

So today’s a true sick day.

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