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Mar 2018
“He”Martiny “Wemom lowble”like filookre,w thyoure doors,
inat wthehat i cadidn’tn dwe?”o” ravoice”in”

Layers on layers of sound

Blending together

How can anyone concentrate

In this

Noise

I can’t even hear myself think

The music in my head is stuttering

Snippets of intelligible

Words

Mixed with other

Conversations

I can’t even

Hear myself

How do they

Do this

?

I

Can’t
Hey mom look what I can do
Martin lower your voice
We blew the doors, didn’t we?
Like fire, in the rain
Lady Grey
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Lady Grey  16/F/Earth
(16/F/Earth)   
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