My eyes won't open,
my mouth won't move,
my head feels heavy,
when will this improve?
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I didn't apply to doctors until it was too late. I thank God, that I am what I am now. It may be not cured at all. I share, but there is nothing wrong in you. That is why I love Robert Burns's poem ''A man for a'that''.
I share, in spite I didn't applied to doctors with consequences, that is not possible to cure.
I can feel for you Lilyann! Nice depiction.