Dear God,
My throat hurts when I speak.
My nose gets blocked, and I hardly breathe.
My voice is deepening, not to the better you see.
My forehead seems to be like VOLCANICALLY hot.
My memory seem to fail from all this SHIT
& my tongue sores like FUCK after I drank that 100° soup.
So CURSE that stupid potato chips of mine.
CURSE those late nights that I used to have.
GO&DIE you BLOODY soup.
FUCK my aircon, please O God.
In your precious name I pray,
Amen.
Ignore the italic parts, they are nothing but some FISHING words.
Oh, and exaggerating parts are in BOLD!