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Chronic Diseases

I can hear it pounding. A thunderstorm in my head. I am curling and folding into my bed. Every spasm is like my head is crashing. An off tune orchestra. Pupils dilated, drilling from the sides of my head. I am spinning from a misplaced center. My body wants to run away from this disaster. But the emergency is located in my head. A pain I cannot escape. “Close your eyes Sit in the dark. Try to block it all out. Maybe it will help if you count.” On a scale of 1 to 10 Sometimes my head is an erupting volcano. Boiling and bumbling inside, The lava of my tears is not enough a cry. I have been deemed a natural disaster. One inherited from my maker. A chronic disease that man cannot alter. Migraines and tension headaches are unforgiving monsters.

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