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Jun 2010
Surrounded by noise
People who think
They're better than they are.
They don't stop.
Thisthisthis
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Unending racket
Awkward sounds
Grating noises
Scraping away at the last of my sanity
And the last of my humanity.

Soon all my compassion will be deteriorated
By the force of your sound.
Then, the world will live in fear.
Written by
Christine
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