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May 2017
silence seems to invite the demons
it seems to be a harbinger of grief
as darkness is absence of light,
silence is absence of sound.
There's one way I try to fight
the ringing i try to drown.
When out goes the depression,
all the grim premonitions,
In comes the music
the happiness
the euphoria
the Set It Off,
the Of Monsters And Men,
the Icon For Hire,
the Linkin Park.
In come the moments of pure relaxation.
sometimes i hate to listen to it
just to not listen to it
and be left with the silence
alone again.
ReeCh
Written by
ReeCh  13/F/Camp Half-Blood
(13/F/Camp Half-Blood)   
252
   Hazel Hirsch and Eudora
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