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the frequency of the wind makes a whistle sound

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Aaron and Kirsten Kelly
She sits alone. She draws her knees up to her shoulders, hugging them tightly. She shivers in the icy wind. Her teeth chatter and the stream of tears from her eyes, sting her cheeks. As she lifts her head towards the heavens, her eyes burn with pain and her piercing scream, barely human, expresses her excruciating suffering and anguish.

She is gripped by immense sorrow, the most powerful and destructive emotion. It roughly envelopes her, throwing her into a pit of darkness, filled with evil shadows. The shadow's claw at her, ripping into her flesh like daggers. She shakes violently, tasting blood as she bites down hard on her bottom lip. But she feels no pain, her body is numb, numbed by the demons of sorrow, who, are slowly overpowering her, devouring her heart and locking her in an eternal web of pain.

She is engulfed by fear as the intense sorrow surrounding her, compresses her. She gasps for air as the merciless hands of sorrow close around her throat. She fights in her lonely vacuum, with everything she has. She reaches for her only comfort, her fingers coil around the blade. As she stretches her arms out in front of her, her void eyes gaze upon her pale skin. Her skin is etched with scars. Her scars an eternal, entwined, tattoo of her excruciating suffering. As she runs the jagged blade over her skin, its cold feel calms her. The compressing sorrow surrenders. This is her saviour, the one who can release her from this life of pure hell. Her skin begins to open, the river of blood flowing strong. Her pain is flung into the open, through her wounds, leaving a sense of tranquility in her distraught heart.

Her red stained fingertips caress her raw wounds. She is mesmerized by the life force flowing from her, as it paints her tragic story on her body. Painful tears bleed from her eyes as regret shudders through her. She rocks backwards and forwards, lulling herself into a sense of peace. Her body is drained. As she lies back she becomes limp. Her eyes close and her whispered prayers fill the open air, creating the painful melody her heart sings as she slips away.

Thunder roars and the starry heavens open as God’s tears rain over His beloved daughter, healing her wounds and piecing her broken soul back together. As the sun rises above her, it illuminates her peaceful expression. Her earthly father collapses besides her. His silent tears wash over her beautiful, pale face. As he lifts his dead child in his arms, vicious sorrow rips his heart apart, creating wounds which will never heal

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Very frequent, and the amplitude are high. that's why it's high pitched... and annoying.

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rain sounds like this because of it's speed of which it hits the roof.