my throat is closing in

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there's silence in the room and the hum of soft melancholy music playing in the background.
throat, tightening, like rough hands grasping at my frail neck.
head, pounding with thoughts racing frantically.
that feeling that I hate so much, my heart aches and feels like it's being scorched in burning flames.
memories of conversations, the bad things you screamed at me replaying on repeat.
the harshness of your stern voice coaxing the air with deception, over and over.
please, make it stop.

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