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there are some days when it's the headache and you, not you and the headache.
just pound after pound, the core of your brain. the beat you never intended to dance to. and look at us, puppets.
like a ball on a string, our heads rattling around, unaware that heads don't rattle.
trying to push away the push of pain through pills that we pop to pop this pressure point.
but figuring out where to place the pin is the pause.
you don't want to make it worse, but if you can't make it better, best to just...not.
how do normal people function? what is this magical nirvana of blissful calm state? how does one close their eyes and sleep?
when headache likes to play, you can only hope they don't pull the string too hard.
sometime you want to drink the coffee and say **** it.
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