By Wegman.
The door shut outside. I was again alone. In my dark room. Silence surrounded me. Tormenting me. Appearing like demons above my head. Swooping down to take me away. As they reached out their arms to grab a hold of me. I’d let out a scream and close my eyes tight. They were all gone. A pit of stress still rested in my stomach. Closed and tightening slowly. Leaving me without rest and wicked. I’m sorry about what I said before. I screamed into the telephone. I didn’t mean in. My words were all misconstrued. You got it all wrong. Can you come back home?
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