From writing class #1

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The sound pierces my ears. I cover them with my hands. It intensifies the echo. I cant shut it out.

It will drive me crazy soon.

I shove my fingers in my ears. The nails are sharp and shreds the delicate skin.

Drops of blood run down my wrists, but I don’t notice. My only thought is to block out the noise.

(c)

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