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Nov 2018
I wish I could record for you
The noise inside my head
The screaming and the voices
Of the words I've never said
But when my finger hits record,
The red dot starts to flash
And all I hear is silence
When I try to play it back
I struggle with tinnitus, and a lot of the time, I dont even notice it is there. It is only when I think I finally get some blessed silence that I realize how loud it really is. It is high-pitched and low-pitched at the same time. It's like a constant ringing in my ears, I don't know how else to describe it but this: I don't remember the last time it was silent in my head. I don't know quiet anymore.
Marisa Lu Makil
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Marisa Lu Makil  27/F/Holland, MI
(27/F/Holland, MI)   
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   md-writer and lovelywildflower
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