My throat dry as a wake, so I can't even make a small scream. I walk to the bathroom to see if that would solve the problem, but

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smart_person
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IcyXD_OFFICIAL
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My throat dry as a wake, so I can't even make a small scream. I walk to the bathroom to see if that would solve the problem, but it did not. My stomach presses up against the sink by accident as I wash my hands, and I nearly vomit instantly. My once softer stomach is hard and the pain unbearable again, my mouth tasting of death as it has before. I scurry off to bed and lay back down. The side of my stomach touches the mattress as a lie in the same position a child would. Still pained and nauseous, I feel a familiar slow burn in and on my chest as if someone had set it on fire. My lungs seem to barely function for a few moments, tears from the pain filling my eyes up. And I write this, still suffering but tears dried out.
IcyXD_OFFICIAL
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My throat dry as a wake, so I can't even make a small scream. I walk to the bathroom to see if that would solve the problem, but it did not. My stomach presses up against the sink by accident as I wash my hands, and I nearly vomit instantly. My once softer stomach is hard and the pain unbearable again, my mouth tasting of death as it has before. I scurry off to bed and lay back down. The side of my stomach touches the mattress as a lie in the same position a child would. Still pained and nauseous, I feel a familiar slow burn in and on my chest as if someone had set it on fire. My lungs seem to barely function for a few moments, tears from the pain filling my eyes up. And I write this, still suffering but tears dried out.
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My throat dry as a wake, so I can't even make a small scream. I walk to the bathroom to see if that would solve the problem, but it did not. My stomach presses up against the sink by accident as I wash my hands, and I nearly vomit instantly. My once softer stomach is hard and the pain unbearable again, my mouth tasting of death as it has before. I scurry off to bed and lay back down. The side of my stomach touches the mattress as a lie in the same position a child would. Still pained and nauseous, I feel a familiar slow burn in and on my chest as if someone had set it on fire. My lungs seem to barely function for a few moments, tears from the pain filling my eyes up. And I write this, still suffering but tears dried out. My throat dry as a wake, so I can't even make a small scream. I walk to the bathroom to see if that would solve the problem, but it did not. My stomach presses up against the sink by accident as I wash my hands, and I nearly vomit instantly. My once softer stomach is hard and the pain unbearable again, my mouth tasting of death as it has before. I scurry off to bed and lay back down. The side of my stomach touches the mattress as a lie in the same position a child would. Still pained and nauseous, I feel a familiar slow burn in and on my chest as if someone had set it on fire. My lungs seem to barely function for a few moments, tears from the pain filling my eyes up. And I write this, still suffering but tears dried out.