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I play it in my head

Like a broken radio

With eerie music behind

With a jump scare to shake

The audience

I wait for the climax

Before I cry and scream

I feel it

The wood crumble

Beneath my knuckles

It's paper like feel

Made me feel

Powerful

And that when I

Slammed the door shut

The voices of rising

Condescendment

Didn't matter and all

There was, was my

Pitiful small sobs

That I covered with my pillow

With music to soothe my ears

If I break something

It will be worse

There acid at me to burn

My skin and heart

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