My level of anger grows and grows. The screeching, shrieking noise that reverberates inside my cranium, from lobe to lobe. Anger is there because I have so many things that I want to do, my energy level and my desire to do something positive with my life, something good, something fun is so strong. I am alive because I am not dead, much of the time. If the ringing were something tangible I would beat it until dead, very very dead. What can I do? Everything in the world is noisy, I mean every activity. I am very weary.
There is no rest for the wicked and the righteous don't need any. It is obvious where I fit in. I must not need any.
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