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May 2016
Life is so loud, always full of sounds.
Whether that coming from us, a flock of birds or a hound.
Forever these sounds go on chirping and speaking. At nights these sounds reduce to faintly creeping.
This sound effects our everyday business whether being on the streets or the wilderness.
These sounds will hurt you or please you at their own will but only if you give in and don't keep on fighting still.
The quiet is what we should aim for, the stillness, the peace. However we are scared of the day it comes whenever it may be.
Edward Mcphillips
Written by
Edward Mcphillips  Cheshire, England
(Cheshire, England)   
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   --- and Matthew Reese
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