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The subtle hum of my computer. The gentle whisper of the heat in the vents. Muffled voices next door speak elatedly on topics I may never hear. The creaking of joints, aged beyond their years. The tapping of my keyboard creates a percussive symphony. It's so noisy. I want nothing more than to hear your voice. Silence.
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Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
Silence
The subtle hum of my computer. The gentle whisper of the heat in the vents. Muffled voices next door speak elatedly on topics I may never hear. The creaking of joints, aged beyond their years. The tapping of my keyboard creates a percussive symphony. It's so noisy. I want nothing more than to hear your voice. Silence.
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Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
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