One Full Week – Sick but Happy

I counted the days from one to seven. A continuous of eight days with temporary inner peace came in good timing for me to battle with the severe illnesses. I tasted all the different kinds of shit from the predators but all was good except for the eyes. Finally, I realised there were blood clots inside my nose.

The week was torturing but sweet.

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