Silent Screams
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I am screaming in a room filled with people. My lungs burn, throat's raw. The noise tears out of me like a slamming door. I am screaming as loud as I can. Fighting in the only way I know how. People surround me, yet I am completely alone. No one looks up, no one notices. I may as well be screaming in silence.
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