Back and forth

I thought this day would never come but here i am sitting in this crowded room filled with silence Distant sounds coming from down the hall i stare out the windows watching the wind blow the empty branches back and forth like a game of volleyball i here the sounds of birds singing their little songs back and forth passing back the messages that they can only understand i sit there in this crowded room filled with silence as fas as the ear can hear

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