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Chronic
by Taylor Roth
Growing up I hated cough syrup with a passion
I’d rather have a cold
Than have the taste of cherry-flavored poison,
going down my throat
Rather have a fever
Then take chalky chewable tablets
leaving ashy residue in my mouth
However, I didn’t understand how lucky I was
Until I never got better
It was only expected to last a few weeks
A night or two in the hospital
A month or two on these pills
A session or two of acupuncture
Therapy, in every sense of the world
Yet, three years later and here I am
Still searching for that right brand of cough syrup to cure me
And I don’t care how bad it tastes anymore
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