Repetition
I decided against speaking about it. What was there to say that hadn't already been yelled? It had all been screamed at the top of lungs so why say it again? It was a pointless gesture to repeat things that had already been said. No one asked me to say anything so I didn't think I needed to. I held my words inside and they remained thoughts. Thoughts that swarmed my head like bees. I would close my eyes and see them. I could hear them sometimes too. When I slept I dreamed about muffled yelling and cracked doors. I would push them out one ear but they would immediately go back in the other. Repeating themselves and reminding me constantly.
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