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The sound of a thousand screams whistling through my ear;

experience the grievance in a mind that has been tormented.

Why does your mind accuse you of all these allegations?

I squander my thoughts and photogragh the diabolical clouds.



There alone I behave in a childish manner rationalizing fear.

I later stare at what is inbetween the clouds mentally embedded.

I can not think of anything else in these unbalanced manifestations.

Going somewhere wrong is the only place I can proudly surround.



Take me back to those wild yells where all I could hear was my voice.

Help me fall back into place where my time was always right.

Hold me close to a point where I know I really belong.

Treasure me with every minute to ensure my personal safety.



I can remember all the frivolous beatings and that twisting noise.

I restrain myself every so often to avoid another disturbing cry.

Shortly then I learn of the whistling breeze singing my terrible song.

Only nature has the ability to commemorate such a melody.



All my atrocious memories begin with a beautiful sight.

I remember these like dreams when I feel alright.



When I Do think of them, they make me smile.

When I Do think of them, it is only for a while.



If I go any further I panic and slowly die in disbelief.

If I could stop all this mental frightning friction,

it would be my greatest and life sparing relief.