crack

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Knuckles cracking make me tick.
Just the sound alone makes me sick.
I sit and try to swallow my pain
But the sound is like piping hot metal branding my brain.
I can't handle the popping
My friend's joints never stopping
The sound is just maddening
But the disorder I have is saddening
For how can a girl be at ease
When the most mundane sound sends her into sobbing please?
I live with mesophonia everyday
And this, my friends, makes me tick in every way.

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