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February 6, 2013
I feel sick to my bones. They ache. So brittle, like they would shave away if I brushed up against a door.

My chest is on fire. Skin blackened and peeling, flaking away in an ecstasy of agony.

Breathing gets harder as the airways contract, sweat springs out on my palms, laces my forehead and tiptoes down my back as I start to shiver, violently, arms clasping my knees to my body, teeth clenched, dulled, weighted moans slipping past my lips and spewing onto the floor.

I am so sick. Love sick. Sick of love. So very sick.