they are drilling in again
to that one spot in my skull.
i can't seem to escape it.
and nothing stops the pain.
so i sit here and wonder if perhaps
there's something wrong with me.
i am a bit of a hypochondriac.
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a last note from your narrator
Poetrypeople write because no one listens - h.h. a collection of short stories written in various points in my life. mostly bad points. fair warning. title from the book thief by markus zusak i...
