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It pounds on my skull.
It compresses my head.
It assaults my brain.

If one aspirin doesn’t work,
I keep going and going.
Keep going until it stops.

I can’t take it anymore.
I want to hit my head on a wall,
But I know it won't help.

So I find a distraction.
Another thing to occupy my mind,
And get me away from this pain.

Pen and paper.
Paint and canvas.
Blood and flesh.



R&R please, I wrote this on a plane and almost punched the stewardess when she tapped my shoulder to ask if i wanted chicken mush or beef mush...

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