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Love Fever

Love Fever

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It was Sunday morning, and I was feeling awful. The heavy aching in my body seemed to permeate my bones, weighting me down with each breath. I could taste the harsh tang of bile at the back of my throat, making me suffer with every swallow. The sunshine seeping through the curtains felt like shards of glass piercing into my eyes, prompting me to press them close to relieve the pain. As I lay there in agony, the sound of laughter and commotion from outside only heightened my sensation of solitude. The distant sound of vehicles and the chirping of birds contrasted sharply with the oppressive stillness of my own room. I felt like I was a prisoner within myself. I could only hope that this too shall pass, and that one day I would awaken free from this torment, ready to embrace the world once more.
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