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Migrane
Sedated, sitting, frosted mind
Light today, no friend of mine
Tortured flesh of pain unkind
Dousing every window blind
Head in pillow, room made black
Defense against, her own attack
I rub her shoulders, and her back
Dwell upon the cure I lack
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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