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Mar 2019
Every sound
Is nails on a chalkboard
The crunch of chips
The droning of the TV
Barking dogs
Everything
Makes all my muscles tense
So tight
And fills me with anger
At everything
Making me want to scream
At the top of my lungs
Just to get some
Peace and quiet
Empire
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Empire  21/F/Sol III
(21/F/Sol III)   
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       Jay M, be-no-one, Faith, John and ---
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