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Oct 2011
Dull, it seems to have a beat of its own
Lacking life, emotion, it tears me apart
Uncurable by any pills

Intense, it keeps me awake
Jabbing pains, needle-like
I can feel it behind my eyes

Reaccuring, it's never gone for long
A few seconds relief, barely savored
It never ends
Faith Melton
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