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Feb 2011
I feel it rising
In the silent room
I feel it escaping my throat
I don't want it to be revealed.
I will stay calm.

I feel it coming
Up my neck and throat.
It's becoming to strong for me
It's clawing its way out.
My mouth slowly opens
And it rushes into the open, empy room.

The scream is only heard
By the disrupted silence
It keeps coming and coming

How do I make it stop.
Β©JessicaWright
Written by
Jessica Lyn Wright
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