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Jun 2017
it was nothing

but everything, all the same

i felt the familiar throbbing start

slowly washing over me

blanketing me in a wave of subtle pain

it gets stronger

"its nothing, don't think about it"

it starts to get unbearable

the tips of my fingers go numb

the base of my throat swells up

it was nothing

but it was everything, all the same
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