GAD

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She went to the doctor today

And we told her she was sick

 

She didn’t need a visit to know

That unfortunate truth

 

She has a fickle parasite within

And it is resistant to all she provides

 

She knows what it wants but

That antidote is out of reach

 

She refuses to procure it and

It refuses any call she makes

 

So the parasite feeds

Unencumbered and famished

 

Her illness is its feast

And her fear its choice libation