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The silence behind every sound. Felt, not heard. It weighs on me, stronger than gravity. A constant background silence, radiating; permeating from somewhere behind the noise. Perhaps, not silence. Hollow noise, dead sounds, phantom whispers. Haunting me, if you’re real Hauntingly, what came before?
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Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 5:40 PM UTC
Silence behind the sound
The silence behind every sound. Felt, not heard. It weighs on me, stronger than gravity. A constant background silence, radiating; permeating from somewhere behind the noise. Perhaps, not silence. Hollow noise, dead sounds, phantom whispers. Haunting me, if you’re real Hauntingly, what came before?
In a semi-secluded corner of his garden lay a small wendy house
Keplar
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Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 5:40 PM UTC
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