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Silence (or is it something else?)
The silence is deafening
I'm not sure when the silence stopped being calming
At some point the comfort of quiet turned into a prison
It's not that there's no sound, not exactly
I think I just stopped listening
Now I can't listen, even if I try
I think I just stopped remembering how
It's not that I can't hear, not exactly
At some poi...
Friday 10th March 2017 5:30 pm
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