Pounding, pounding, never ending.
Every dim light stabs, sharply, through.
Even sounds of joy strike terror.
Only thing to do… find a dark, quiet corner.
Hide away until the torture passes.
April 17, 2021 ~DRM~
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Dawn Renee Writes 
Sounds like my migraines.
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