pixelated wobbles

Louder. Louder. Come on, just a bit, put the volume up. Louder.
Stop screaming, stop it goddamit.
There. Peace...plain chaotic peace...i can now hear myself think.
She wants to force a reaction through manipulation and hurtful words.
My passivity is translated into a sense of victimisation.
Louder. Louder, there
There, I can now stop thinking

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