Mute. Rendered directionless. My brain resists, caught in circular argument. Just below the surface I am screaming. Raw, unintelligible noise. Pain, fear, anger? I can’t tell. I keep it trapped inside. Outside I am silent.Familiar actions provoke familiar programmed responses. Even if they were to look they couldn’t tell. I’ve been doing this for too long. The mask is perfect.The noise is constant, tugging at my attention, sapping my energy. I can hear it through the silence.I just want it to stop.
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