Writhing in silent agony, small beads of sweat forming on my brow. Battling to breathe. Each breath, no matter how small burns. The heat feels like it is creating a hole, a hole burning in my chest. Any movement, just moving my hands hurts. I can’t continue. Help me, save me, someone please!
Gawd damned heartburn – I really must learn to stay away from those tomatoes…
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