One of the more interesting
Aspects of illness
Is the struggle of belief
To compel diagnosis
To yield to belief.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me,
But surely the results prove
Something must be wrong.
I have become a fable
Of mysterious decay.
I will stare into your eyes
In a pleading way,
Asking you to name for me
The disease that pardons me.
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