A headache like none other; driven by heat, punctured by stress.
A pain as immediate as a blink, taking refuge on the surface of my temples, rooted beneath the template of my skull, like needles that are stuck deep in a wooden plank; stubborn, and refusing to leave their hold on the rings that bind them.
Neither the lack of sleep, nor the unsolicited attention of thoughts - it is the mild seclusion of someone yawning out of despair. It is stressful...
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