Fever burnt my mind. Kill these torturous memories and turn me anew. I want a new life. Or death. I want redemption beyond my expectations. I want out.

Currently temperature reads at 38.1 Degrees Celcius.

Let it cool. Yet let it burn a mark in me.

A life of my own. Burn in me that a loveless life is better than a loving one.

No hurt.

No disappointment.

No regrets.

Nothing.