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Migräne

It starts without  warning,  
 Comes Perfectly  unnecessarily,
To drive  me to my lowest,
Its so cunning,
It kills me happily ,
It spins fastest

Sometimes  its a battle, 
I try on my punches,
Sometimes its too weak,
Sometimes  its a wwe champion
But its mercilss
It makes  my vein suicidal,
It makes the beat faster
It becomes retaliative
And might explode,

Sometimes i place my finger
Hoping  it will hold it,
That the pain might go,
Sometimes  its a pain in the neck,
It drives  my eyes blind,
Lights become a torture