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The night was a real struggle for me, I practically threw up every bit of everything that made an entry into my intestinal wall. I could feel the nerves and my body cells messing up and fighting each other. I only prayed to survive the night, if only the sun could rise already so I could visit the hospital first thing that morning was all I wished for. I saw fear, I felt it with every bone in me, I've never had such a terrible and death-end experience so I was indeed afraid 
Lots of wild and scary thoughts ran through my mind though I fought it with everything in me too.
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I couldn't let my fear put me down, I couldn't let it win over, so I fought it with panic, worries and anxiety. I fought it with everything in me
Getting to the hospital the next morning, I realized it was a ***poisonous mixture***, not just that, it was food poisoning. I had a lot of things to eat that period and I couldn't pin point exactly where or how it started, everything just happened in a blink of an eye so I found myself grasping for my life in the middle of the night.
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*This is my entry to freewrite writing prompt challenge 2801*

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