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Let it go. The headache, the surge of pain- free medicine through your veins, Let it go. Float in the air fighting your ghosts in a night- mare of clouded screams and whips and lashes of peace peace peace. Sleep at last.
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Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 2:54 PM UTC
Migraine
Let it go. The headache, the surge of pain- free medicine through your veins, Let it go. Float in the air fighting your ghosts in a night- mare of clouded screams and whips and lashes of peace peace peace. Sleep at last.
The best painkiller for head- and heartaches is still sleep.
Marsh_Mallow
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Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 2:54 PM UTC
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