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notes The sweet silence that I have wished for, for so long, is now the thing I dread the most.
I hear nothing, yet the loud silence destroys my mind.
I’m constantly waiting, waiting for the sweet sounds that once graced my ears, to return.
Wishing for even the quietest of sounds, even the faintest of sounds would do me just, pleasing me in many different ways.
Oh how I long for a melody that I hope is without end, continuing even after I’ve grown tired of the harmony.
