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My nostrils have dried.
If I said "I'm fine," I lied.
My throat aches with pain.
I feel pressure on my brain.
Warm drinks are kept at my side.
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Sadly, I will keep pray for you so that as soon as possible you feel better and can coming soon with your wonderful writing!
Haha! But also, Oh no!! I hope you feel better if this is true 😩.