For some reasons, whenever Wednesday is about to end, I feel less tensed up, more at ease.
That is probably the only relief.
Now is likely the hundred and eighty-ninth hour that the muscle above my heart throbs.
Frankly, I have been walking in the rain the past few days.
I'm actually beginning to fear that the rain will soon not heal me.
Or perhaps I am the one who has lost the ability to be healed.
What makes it more contemptuous is that I am now, down with a fever.
Is this getting one's just deserts?
Every single day, I tell myself.
I am dealing with a phase.
That is probably the only relief.
Now is likely the hundred and eighty-ninth hour that the muscle above my heart throbs.
Frankly, I have been walking in the rain the past few days.
I'm actually beginning to fear that the rain will soon not heal me.
Or perhaps I am the one who has lost the ability to be healed.
What makes it more contemptuous is that I am now, down with a fever.
Is this getting one's just deserts?
Every single day, I tell myself.
I am dealing with a phase.
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