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I am at least 80% sure that there is someone in my house. They are either in the loft or under my bed.
My heart is racing and I am trying to forget everything. I lace up my steel toecaps tight and watch a rented film.
It feels like theres a thick slush pushes its way through my veins. Millions of particals bursting through me to the point where it hurts.

At the back of my throat there is a note, a tone i can't get out. A continious hum itching to get out, pushing up my throat like vomit and it wont stop.

It wears me out.