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If you're talking about what we talked about a few days ago, I' still here, so is Pollution but I don't think she'll help. She's such a Debbie-downer, even more than ME! But, if you need anything, come to me, whether you want me to send you a funny meme to cheer you up, whether you want advice, or even if you just want to talk about random crap, I will be here for you, and you alone. I kinda hope you don't come to me for a random conversation with Pollution, I don't want her to come out here toda-

*Pollution walks up silently behind Lake*

Pollution: Um, wow, never knew that you hated me so much.

*Sulks*

Pollution: Well, while I'm here, I miss you Grim! I can't stand this idiot!

Thanks for sharing this poem about a freak freaking out. You certainly effectively convey the frustration. As one who grew up being forced to listen to constant bickering I can appreciate exactly how the speaker feels. However, I never considered myself a freak because of my reaction. I saw the ones who were constantly bickering as freaks who were freaking out.

He describes the people who are causing him distress as freaking out via excessive arguing. I got the impression that the reason that he is being called a freak is because he is freaking out since nothing else about him is revealed. He lacks many amenities but the people aren't accused of depriving him of them. So I wondered why he is so deprived.

The speaker seems unable to block out the arguments. I wondered why. Is he locked in his room? He doesn't have a radio? Doesn't have all the things he mentions? Why? He spoke of too many people. So I imagined that there were more than two people freaking him out.


suggestion:

I had difficulty imagining what blank thoughts are.

Oh wow, I totally feel like this sometimes

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