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"1"

"2"

"3"

"4"

The sound of my mother's shouts.

"1"

"2"

"3"

"4"

the metallic sound full of pain and anguish and misery 

"stop"

"stop"

"stop"

"stop"

"you're doing it all wrong. What's wrong with you?"

the score in front of me looked distant, I could only feel the pounding, the screaming, the ringing of my mothers shouts. 

"Start again. Do it properly this time else you'll never be where I want you to be in life"

I started again. The music was distant, no longer part of me. I felt empty every time I hit the keys. When will this nightmare end.



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