A thank you letter

The liver inside me lives freely from a while, producing right what it was manufactured to do for me.  Squishing all the nutrients that I need to breathe,  Finally back to its normal working shift, breathing peacefully for the first time in months,  Cause' I stopped drenching it with the alcohol it used to be soaked in.    I was not kind with it, but unexpectedly I received my forgiveness.  It forgot about the ugly stages of discolouration I made it endure.  Stages in which it was still working regularly and heroically for me.  The best employee of its department, despite my illness and its sickness.    Thank you,  For keeping up for me And keeping me,  Me.