The room is spinning,
Enlarging in size.
The walls breathe in, and out.
I’m weak as a kitten;
My body perspires
It’s fever, there’s no doubt.
My forehead is burning
And I start to shake
I feel very small, and alone
I sip me some water
Wish for panadol to take
When ill, it’s no fun being home.
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