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Jun 2017
The blood beneath my skin is racing

My breath is short
Short
So short

The feeling of terror overcomes me
It's a sickne--
The Scream booms threw me
I throw my fave backwards
I cling to my friends around me
I feel a hand around me too
They are trying to help me

**** it screamed again
My heart is beating
Beating
Beating

The music
It's building
The slow drone of a high pitched whistle
It's building
It's coming
**** what was that
In the corner
In the ******* corner
****.
I'm back in my friends arm
I'm pretty sure I'm crying
I can't tell
I'm blocking everything

Laughter this time
I'm done.
I'm done.
I'm done.

Help me

Scream

Hel-
Scream

Don't let go.
Don't. Let. Go.
The Mellon
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The Mellon  21/M/USA
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