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Aug 2019
Some people hate silence,
a cruel thing,
that brings with it loneliness,
long derived soliloquies of self torment.
Me;
I thrive in silence.
For, what other time can one sing,
and be heard by everyone,
and no one at all.
Because I am everyone,
and I sing for myself.
Written by
KJ Reed  28/F
(28/F)   
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