The entitlement of sound
The lyrics grow louder viciously trying to drown my thoughts, unfortunately, they have learned to float. The battle of noise and nausea overwhelms, lowering my spirits pushing me over the edge. The blade makes my skin show it's true colors. At last, the voices subside.
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