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Sep 1
My voice is almost gone
It hurts to scream, but I can't stop
I yell, shout, howl, scream
anything to quench the anger
to stop the anger from boiling over
I punch the floor until I can no longer feel my knuckles
But its only barely enough to douse the flames
The rage still crawls under my skin
I beg the flames for mercy until I go insane
They can't hear me, or they ignore me
My head feels as if it will burst
My heart even worse
My lungs as if I am drowning
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