3am, the night of the last of it all, and as i collapsed onto bed after puking supper away, deep in breaths, feverish, and really sore in the throat, i can't help but wonder if this bout of fever that came on friday night was a test of whether i would still bother with the little things when the going gets tough. or if it was just another chance to make amends and set things straight again. the thing is, somewhere along the way in my life, i find that i just can't anymore. and that might as well be my curse...?
i find myself less alone. but i wonder how i have fared still. all these years for that matter.
i wished i had more time for rest. 'cause here i go again.
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