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It started as a simple enough day; wake up, throw some clothes on, figure out if I'm going to socialize and if not skip shower (In this case I did shower), brush teeth, use the toilet, the works. I was just getting done checking my iPod for updates on various online games involving when I felt a hauntingly familiar yet all the more quiet tune. I look around and see my monitor black, but I was positive it was my computer. I move the mouse to get the screen up and see I left iTunes up with Pokémon Blue's Lavender Town theme playing. Noticing my headphones are plugged in, I remember I was testing to see how long I can take it, and only after an hour I had to stop and went to bed almost immediately after.
I unpluged the mic and heard the tune, and I had it basically memorized down to the faint high-pitched tones in the background. I paused iTunes, and still heard the music, but I shrugged it off as lag as it had been up for a while. Having few dirty dishes to free the counter so I may eat was certainly a blessing, but after I was done and the clanging plates had ceased their resonations I realized the music was still playing. I found this quite peculiar and went back upstairs. Assuming iTunes never cancelled out properly I simply turned my speakers all the way down. After doing this, the tune still played, and I began to feel very disturbed. This wasn't the mental kind of music where you can tell it isn't real, it's too quiet and only in your head, your ears don't feel it.
After leaving my house and walking to the local business where I worked, I still heard the song. I shrugged it off as best as I could and figured it would die down as I went about my day. I came home with the sun setting and I was anywhere but near a quiet evening.
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The second week rolled by, sleepless and disheveled, I realized I couldn't get the song out of my ears. The headache had reached astronomical levels, and it was as though someone taking an unending fire and scorching each and every sensory gland on your body was a minor inconvenience. I had to do it, just a slash of the throat, or on the wrists, or the noose's unfaltering grip, or anything just FREE ME of this song.
Once I lay still, the water around me, probably with more blood in it than I started, I felt at ease. It was
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