The treatment.

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The treatment

Now She asked if I message her.
I answered yes to her.

Who else cured me?
Now she owned me.

Last summer in illness.
I have a sickness.

I called a doctor from the universe in stillness.
She came saying, "You are fine but in sadness. "

I told her that ;
" I have cold looking glue"
" I have flu"
" I have pains all over in clue"

She said health-wise I am sound.
But heart-wisely, I am grounded.

She looked and examined me critically.
She told me my heart was broken surreptitiously.

Then she continues.

As a biologist.
I will inject you with Anaphylaxis.

It will reform your heart.
You will solidify your heart.

But you will lose your last memory.
The memory of what broke it in history.

I said " I wish to tell the next lady instinctively"
"Not to be a victimize individuality."

But so she can see why I don't want a rat race.
And don't play games frantically.

She laughed and Said;
" You don't want to eradicate the pains in it"
" You want to cure the pain in it"

She sat beside me and asked;
"Can I hear all that happened"

She later becomes the treatment sent by the universe without knowing how it happened.

Then she asked after listening;
" If she comes back for betterment"
"What will I rent"?

I laughed and said;
I am free from the burden automatically.

With the healer or not without the heart.
With the dealer or not without the dealer.

I won't be gullible to run a rat race.
Which I ended with a courageous grace.

She smirked at me in reply;
Knowing I have made and learned to apply.

And she left with a dazzling smile.
And a poker face to make me smile.

Then I was surprised when she asked;
"If the message I sent to her is hers".
Asking me if she can hold my hand.

I answered that I was cured in her hands.
And now my heartbeat is hers.

She was also in love with me she answered.
I am also in love with you I answered.

She is my new lady.
Which I have been waiting for already.

For her to as she returns.
And continue her treatment in turns.