My eyes are burning.
And my throat is inflamed. My nose is block and swollen from all the sniffing and rubbing with tissue all day. My head's swirling and my mind can't really think. My limbs are aching and throbbing and my chest is tight and heaving. I hate that time doesn't past, and I can't wait for August.
All I really need isn't medicine, but your hug.
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