Miserable, pounding, aching head.
Irritable sensations, sometimes wish I were dead.
Seeking relief, seems there none to be found.
Eratic behavior, my whole being is bound.
Restrained to this pain so severe, I can't speak.
Annoying smells, makes me puke til I reek.
Beating so fast, my heart is running away.
Like the sound of a freight train, inside my head it stays.
Eagerly waiting for this pain to go,
unleashing it's anger upon my poor soul
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