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A soundproof mansion, with noisy neighbors. I became friends with all of them when it was August. I was fine as long as they brought me old papers. I read and read and read. Wandering among words saved my heart from rotting. One day, a fire broke out. All of my papers turned to ashes. Smoke curled around my ankles, choking the quiet. The lights were gone. I called to my neighbors to save me from the dark —but they were too loud to hear my voice. So I watched the crowd. My heart thudded, thudded in the loudest silence. Each beat drowned in their chatter. I turned my gaze to my hands. Black, smelling like soot… I didn’t realize I was the one who let the fire break out —until the neighbors blamed my sooty hands for their insecure walls.
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Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 11:04 PM UTC
Ashes of Old Papers
A soundproof mansion, with noisy neighbors. I became friends with all of them when it was August. I was fine as long as they brought me old papers. I read and read and read. Wandering among words saved my heart from rotting. One day, a fire broke out. All of my papers turned to ashes. Smoke curled around my ankles, choking the quiet. The lights were gone. I called to my neighbors to save me from the dark —but they were too loud to hear my voice. So I watched the crowd. My heart thudded, thudded in the loudest silence. Each beat drowned in their chatter. I turned my gaze to my hands. Black, smelling like soot… I didn’t realize I was the one who let the fire break out —until the neighbors blamed my sooty hands for their insecure walls.
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Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 11:04 PM UTC
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