Ordeal.

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Every muscle of my body cries for pain,

Every bone feels weak.

The aggressive flow of my blood, makes my constricted veins ache,

along with my heart's thunderous beat!

I am running out of oxygen to compensate,

I can't breathe.

I am sweating like bullets,

As I strive hard to ventilate.

Every nerve of my body shouts for retreat,

Every organ feels bleak.

I feel the surge of pain again,

as I climb the treacherous peak.

As my troubled body continues to trek,

Along with my wounds that continues to leak,

I feel battered,

I feel swayed,

I become thinner,

Everytime I feel thick!

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