i talk until my voice gets hoarse and crass, like sandpaper on sound waves. i see my words bouncing off your head, hyperactive buoyancy on a trampoline. the crescendo increases, comes to a wave's breaking point and tumbles over the rocks. i can't help myself, i just want to be heard. is that such a bad thing, to want you to listen to me? is it such a bad thing if i ask you to stop, stop it cause you're hurting me. and you don't seem to understand.
i talk until my voice dims down, and i can't speak anymore. you tell me to be quiet, you're making a scene, and soon i'm dumbed down. too hurt to care and much too hurt to talk anymore.
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