cephalodynia.

knives in my brain

when i'm alone

another crease

in my aging face

it's not all bad

because it gets better

never all the way

but it gets better

pain and guilt

and regret

and frustration

move me

survival

fear

the only thing i know

is that i'll either be

breathing

or i won't

how i take my

heres and nows

is all mine

and as it is

as i am so flawed

i don't always make

the best choices

i don't always take

the best road

but i do take

my own way

up or down

and i grow

and i learn

and i live

i survive

and i will continue

to do so

until the road ends

and there are no more

choices

no more moves

no more chances

and no more breaths

to take

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