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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 point the voices turned to whispers and whispers turned to wind


I'm not sure when the quiet started feeling like a bag over my head


The silence is deafening 


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