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Hopeless, I am meant to die.
No one in this world can ever cure me. Every doctor that has touched my dying soul has given up. Even I have surrendered myself.
But just when everything seemed bleak and dire, a bottle of mysterious substance was presented to me.
“Believe and you shall find. Seek and you shall be given.“ The description said.
Without any hesitation, I drank. Consumed, ingested it until it was a part of me.
Immediately, I felt different, stronger and healthier. The sickness that once plagued me seemed to be gone. I’m cured.
The world looked more colorful. The air I breathed was wind from heaven. I can dance, skip and run around. No ailment can get to me now.
But when everything seemed to be perfect, I thought of my condition before and I stopped. I doubted the powers of this strange remedy.
And then and there, I fell. I coughed. I wheezed. I clutched my chest as if my life depended on it. It’s over, it’s gone. I’m going to die, as I am destined to.
“Believe and you shall find. Seek and you shall be given.”
As I remembered the words on the bottle, I instantly regained my power. I could do all sorts of things again. It looks like, as long as I believe, I am cured.
And now, I fully understand that I am meant to live.
Or am I really?
Literary (Submission): Placebo
Hopeless, I am meant to die.
No one in this world can ever cure me. Every doctor that has touched my dying soul has given up. Even I have surrendered myself.
But just when everything seemed bleak and dire, a bottle of mysterious substance was presented to me.
“Believe and you shall find. Seek and you shall be given.“ The description said.
Without any hesitation, I drank. Consumed, ingested it until it was a part of me.
Immediately, I felt different, stronger and healthier. The sickness that once plagued me seemed to be gone. I’m cured.
The world looked more colorful. The air I breathed was wind from heaven. I can dance, skip and run around. No ailment can get to me now.
But when everything seemed to be perfect, I thought of my condition before and I stopped. I doubted the powers of this strange remedy.
And then and there, I fell. I coughed. I wheezed. I clutched my chest as if my life depended on it. It’s over, it’s gone. I’m going to die, as I am destined to.
“Believe and you shall find. Seek and you shall be given.”
As I remembered the words on the bottle, I instantly regained my power. I could do all sorts of things again. It looks like, as long as I believe, I am cured.
And now, I fully understand that I am meant to live.
Or am I really?
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