when i sit still, i fell me throbbing.
in a way it's kind of inspiring-
enlightening.
when i get sick, i want to remember what well feels like.
and how i don't know a day without a headache
until i have a headache.
what do i like. and then it becomes impossible for me to find anything else to buy.
i confuse myself.
ouch. my chest is tightening now.
makes me wonder if people denied love feel this kind of sick, this kind of aching.


You have misspelled Pounding. *English Major Fail*
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