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Jun 27
The kind of headache where your head is buzzing
And the people around you are blurry
And although they seem slower
Time goes faster
The pressure spreads around your head
And starts to throb in your ears
And your eyes begin to give up on seeing
The lights are angels with halos
And the ground is so close
Sleep becomes such sweet mercy
Millie
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