Lamenting
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Lamenting well
I lay in darknessEvery light, every sound, every sudden movement like a knife piercing eyesMy forehead holding some cursed sickness they call chronic migraines but I simply call debilitating My doctor tells me, let’s…
I lay in darknessEvery light, every sound, every sudden movement like a knife piercing eyesMy forehead holding some cursed sickness they call chronic migraines but I simply call debilitating My doctor tells me, let’s…
