
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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