migraine
migraine issssssssshhhhhhhhh
just let's us be quiet for a little while
speak with our still motions
take my hand and feel all the pain that's ever been felt
that's how you know
migraine isssssssshhhh
your words are too bright
and my brain is a library
full of noisy angry children
taking things out and ripping pages up
migraine is
the only time
i remember my dreams
migraine is sh
existence enough is enough
sickness
hurts
and everything more than a whisper
in speech in motion in light in all
is too much
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