The tearing sound of plaster falling from the wall as I tore the picture down violently has the most satisfying of sounds. That, and the shattering of breaking glass as I let the picture drop to the tile floor. Oh yes. Best feeling ever to finally destroy the very symbol of my misery in this place. Goodbye horrible relationship. Goodbye home. Goodbye picture. I turned to the next wall, attacking the artwork there with will, throwing them as violently as I could to the floor. The shattering glass was the sweetest music to my ears. Freedom. Freedom. Finally. FINALLY! I had freedom!
-Inspiration from Personal Experience -minus the breaking things.
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