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The screaming The yelling It keeps me up all hours of the night I have grown from this I am stronger now
I AM YELLING Can she hear me? Can she see the words falling out my mouth? Can she see the tears pooling at my feet, can she feel the tension as my fingers crack, as my lungs seem to give out. I AM YELLING
  It is 2 A.M. on Friday morning. The world is asleep while I lay restless
I’m afraid of you I don’t know what to do. When you yell at me It’s painful; don’t you see?   I’m jumpy now And I hope you know how. Every turn I make I give myself a little shake.
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