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STRESSED SCREAM
Silently I walk down the streets.
Wondering, if there's anything to see.
Darkness is to me, what visions perceived.
Quietness, is their screams, when approached by none to be.
All stressed out, and ready to scream.
Ready to succumb, with out a doubt.
My mind, is within a shout.
A visual way, for mind to sprout.
Oh my god, please let my voice out.
Is it all a nightmare, or am I STRESSED OUT.