Disease

Location

92131
United States
32° 53' 35.5704" N, 117° 4' 3.504" W

The little red spot wouldn't go away
It decided to grow and grow and grow
I found it in March, but waited 'till May
I was a fool I know I know
The red spot became two, then three, then four
before I knew it, I was weak and pale
I thought I had the flu, but it was so much more
My doctor was worried, told me I was as dead as a snail
Too little, too late, if only I knew
Go to my doctor, as soon as it grew

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Irie

Strong voice, sad story

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