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The intrusive thought of murder Haunts me day to day. All brought about by pure anger- Pure rage. Rare, and Undiagnosed. When will it end? Can’t handle to sound of a voice. A voice that’s supposed to bring love, Causes me to seek blood. My Father’s voice- Nails on chalkboard. Is it anxiety? Turrets? OCD? It’s life-ruining. A corruptive virus, Yet, it’s disregarded. Get off my wavelength, I can’t stand to hear it Anymore. I can’t bear it Anymore. Eating by myself. Living by myself. Being by myself. I no longer have a life. I can’t afford The violent, Uncontrollable anger. Nor the tears. A sound phobia Anger becoming a cornucopia. Misophonia Constantly living in strife. I just want it to stop. But I know, It will NEVER stop.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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