migraine
it hurts,
it hurts,
it hurts,
i repeat
over and over.
there's no cure
to this dull
aching pain
i feel
around the
crown of my head.
men
in white coat
say the same thing
over and over
again.
all they do
is hand out
white pills
that numb
your pain
for the night.
when you wake,
the pain
is still there;
there,
there,
there.
—i have a migraine. and no, it's nothing like a headache. it's something way, way, worse.
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how the universe works
Poetry"how does the universe work?" you asked me. i paused and thought for a moment. after a while, i decided on the truth. "you can never know. even if you learn it through the pain, you'll still be unable to know how the universe truly works. the univer...
