The pain got vicious at about 10 pm, and continues to now...7 am, and still unabated.
The words of Henry Lee come to mind, written in 1942.
I see no gleam of victory alluring
No chance of splendid booty or of gain
If I endure — I must go on enduring
And my reward for bearing pain — is pain
Yet, though the thrill, the zest, the hope are gone
Something within me keeps me fighting on
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