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Obscured


Different sides attack me.

Starting from the top.

The voices leave a trace.

A linger of pain that spreads.

I am angry and defensive.

Being a creator left behind.

Fighting my own inner war.

A chess game inside my head.

Feeling sick with every thought.

Cannot move despite the flinch of darkness.

Obscured inside a migraine.


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