Head of Wax
Like clock work, every few weeks I get an itch in my ear. Starts small, nothing troublesome, but it’s there. Toying with my passions, dripping down my soul. Paralyzing, like a steady needle prick, the pain increases. Unreachable to fingertips, I’m forced to endure the strains it puts on my mind. The pains suffocate the vibrations of
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