Close the blinds! The throbbings come,
The dullest ache has finally won!
It started in the smallest vein,
That tiny swelling hurricane!
Peaceful day, gone terribly wrong
A building force, now going strong.
Minute after minutes, tick
My stomach is now feeling sick
Medicines come nowhere close
To throwing lifelines from the coast
I'm drowning in this sea of pains
These ever present throbbing veins
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