My body is on strike.
My brain denies sleeping, my muscles stopped warming, my eyes are bitter, my lungs sabotages me, my skin buries mines.
I, as a mind master and commander, admit I've been bad with all departments and I regret all those decisions that led to the chaos we live today. But I must not leave.
As for sorting things, to fix my clock is my top priority, no matter what business might demand my attention. Then exercises and work outs, so to keep the red gold flowing in my veins adequately. And finally, books shall restore all those synapses once lost, but soon gathered again.
Yes, get set, body. A restoration time will come to stay!
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