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
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Author:
imma isa kemmy (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A wild beast that attacks when least expected a preditor of ambush. Well written
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Well written, Isa, and described as the beast a migraine is. Well done!
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