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Feb 2017
I used to say that,
I couldn't hear myself think.
Nowadays the silence is deafening.

My thoughts are no longer plagued,
By the restless clatter and clutter, never yielding.
It's only inhabited by inaudible echoes, forever haunting.
david mitchell
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