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The screech grows louder every moment I sit here listening to the voices in my head arguing about nonsense. An hour is as a minute and the room slowly fades away until all I'm left with is that abominable screech yelling at the raging voices in my head. My right eye is bloodshot and ready to POP as the pain worsens and the blood starts leaking out and all I want to do is go home. Written By: Andrew D. Robertson
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
The Screech
The screech grows louder every moment I sit here listening to the voices in my head arguing about nonsense. An hour is as a minute and the room slowly fades away until all I'm left with is that abominable screech yelling at the raging voices in my head. My right eye is bloodshot and ready to POP as the pain worsens and the blood starts leaking out and all I want to do is go home. Written By: Andrew D. Robertson
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
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