Journal of Dr GFW
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Morning once more comes. I feel no pain. A weak and feeble state seems to pervade every limb and nerve. I feel as though motion was impossible. I have no corroding anxiety to aggravate the disease today. A placid serenity hovers round the mind and reconciles me to my fate. A mixed sensation of I cannot tell what or have. I have no want or desire except a little cold water. Thus has disease leveled all my ambition, fears, or hopes. All sunk, fled, gone. How different. How changed.