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No sound escapes me, but the voices in my head scream for attention as my vivid imagination pictures hurting them, portrays chopped of pieces of them, I feel the scream roam on my lips and I let my mouth open and I let all the voices out, and the quietness disappears, and with a burst of my lungs I continue the shrill vocal on and on and on.
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
Banshee
No sound escapes me, but the voices in my head scream for attention as my vivid imagination pictures hurting them, portrays chopped of pieces of them, I feel the scream roam on my lips and I let my mouth open and I let all the voices out, and the quietness disappears, and with a burst of my lungs I continue the shrill vocal on and on and on.
ashita
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Indian
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
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