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Sep 2014
Noise is not the presence of sound,
but the presence of sound without meaning.
I hate repeating myself,
repeating myself,
myself.
LISTEN!
Not all words deserve the same amount of volume.
If only harsh and hate had a mute button.
-But then...it may silence my own thoughts.

For a moment it would be...





*...quiet.
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