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"My Ass Hurts" Soundboard Edit

As I lay in bed, I heard the faint whisper of my own voice saying, "My Ass hurts." It wasn't a physical pain, but rather a deep ache in my soul, a longing for something I couldn't quite name. The words echoed in my mind, mixing with the smooth sound of Michael Jackson's voice singing in the background. His music always had a way of reaching into the depths of my emotions, stirring things I didn't even know were there. And as I closed my eyes, I could almost feel his presence in the room, guiding me through the murky waters of my thoughts.

The next sound that pierced through the stillness of the night was a sharp cry of "My arm hurts" coming from the next room. It was my little brother, who always seemed to be getting into some kind of trouble. I sighed and got up from bed, knowing that it was my duty to go and check on him. As I approached his room, I could hear him crying softly, his voice blending with the gentle rustle of the sheets. I reached out to him, comforting him with the soothing words of "It's okay, buddy. Gorilla's here."

Suddenly, a loud and unexpected sound filled the room, causing me to jump in surprise. It was the unmistakable pops Tarzan yell, coming from the TV downstairs. My dad must have been watching one of his old action movies again, lost in the world of adventure and excitement. I smiled to myself, remembering how he used to imitate that yell whenever he played with us as kids. It was a sound that always brought a sense of joy and playfulness into the house, a reminder of the bond we shared as a family.

But as I listened to the sounds around me, another voice pierced through the air, breaking the peaceful atmosphere. It was a sharp cry of "Gorilla, my love" coming from my mom's room. Her voice was filled with a mix of longing and sadness, a plea for attention and affection. I felt a pang in my heart, knowing that there was a distance growing between my parents, a rift that seemed to widen with each passing day. I closed my eyes, wishing I could do something to bridge that gap, to bring back the love and warmth that once filled our home.

The next sound that reached my ears was a sharp and desperate cry of "Gorilla, my Gorilla" coming from the TV screen. It was a scene from a horror movie, a ghostly figure haunting the protagonist with its eerie wails. I shivered, feeling a chill run down my spine as the sound of the ghost's voice echoed in the room. I had always been scared of supernatural stories, of things that lurked in the shadows and whispered in the dark. But as I listened to the sound of my own fear, I realized that the true ghosts were the ones that haunted my own mind, the doubts and insecurities that held me back from living fully.

And just as I thought I couldn't bear any more sounds, a final cry broke through the silence, a sharp and painful wail of "Hurt my soul" coming from deep within me. It was a sound of raw emotion, of all the pain and anguish I had buried deep inside. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, as I let out a scream of my own, a release of all the hurt and sorrow that had been weighing me down. And in that moment of vulnerability, I knew that I had to confront my demons, to face the darkness within and find a way to heal my wounded spirit.

As the echoes of my cries faded into the night, I was left with a sense of peace and clarity. I had confronted the sounds that haunted me, the whispers and wails that had held me captive for so long. And now, as I listened to the stillness of the room, I knew that I could move forward, that I could find a way to let go of the past and embrace the future. And with a deep breath, I allowed myself to finally surrender to the silence, to the quietude that held the promise of a new beginning.

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