These are the sound I heard while in the mist of my frustration. My footsteps as I walked back and forth trying to release the extra energy from being enraged. They would make soft patting sounds as I walk on the tile floor. In certain parts of the floor, sometimes they creak due to the old age of my apartment. I would make lots of sighing and growling sounds as I try to explain my other roommate my frustration without using words. My other roommate would reply with a sigh, which means she understands. This communication did not lost as long as the sound of myself pacing on the old floor. This is the sound of bottled up anger. It would look orange-red and jittering like it might spontaneously combust.
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