Poetry.

Pills, they must have time to use their magic,
After the medicine flows within.
Tearing up, fragile sufferer
Is only recovery sustaining balance.
Endure disease and always, always question.
Never accept a doctor for his wisdom.  Bless you with
Courage to challenge as you transform
Energy from the chaos and heal the darkness. Perhaps there has been
A grand mistake in all of
This and you will find yourself on the better end of the
Idea. Grand mistakes are rare impossibilities
Exacting very little hope and far more confusion and
Numbness in their wake. As always, in the end
Time and hope make the only true difference.

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