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I feel like a scratched record, repeating the same awful notes, the same awful feelings, over and over and over. I need someone to come and change the track.

It feels like no one is in the room to hear the screeches. No one has to worry or to care.

So the song plays over the same second.

People all have other records to listen to, what makes me so special?

No one wants to listen to a scratched record anyway.

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