Two hits on the head hurts.
I crawl back to my dark hole, swallowing my tears for lunch.
Back to the messy papers, the never unfinished pieces.
I hate feeling like this.
So I grab a mirror and force myself to smile but...
"Nah, you gotta do better."
I try again, this time entreating some brief sweet moments
"Yup, much better. It's not the end of the world girl."
I'm not so pretty, But I don't like my frowning face, and now I feel a bit better.
There's always tomorrow, even if it takes another four years for another dawn to rise.
hits on heads are of two types
1. Physical
2. Mental
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