I am going to explode.

And I’m going to explode because there’s yelling in the background

Of Everything.

I am clawing at the skin on my face. Clawing away the frustration, the pain, the worry but there’s nothing there. Nothing I can wipe away. Nothing but tears. Nothing else that I can make physically disappear.

Because there’s yelling in the background.

Every thought that goes through my head is interrupted. Every song I’ve ever played is destroyed; tunes broken. Everything that is going on inside cannot be focused on.

Because there’s yelling on the outside.

The End

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