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My body healed itself


That long afternoon,

I couldnot niether enjoy eating,

nor take a quick walk.

I was sitting next to my bed,

a white cotton cloth wrapped around my belly.

I thought it was just a minor

glitch that would eventually disappear,

on its own. 

It has been a couple of days.

The  pain got even worse, and

I decided to see the doctor,

first thing Monday morning.

Miracle happened,

the pain that was troubling me,

for a couple of days was gone the next day.

That night I accurately vizualised myself

being free of pain and went to sleep.

that was all I did to heal myself.

 

 

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