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Thoughts run through my mind
In the silence
All I hear is the anger
The frustration
And the violence
In the silence
A familiar sound
But is it also unknown
The silence
Is never possible
Even the quietest place
Could never be
In the silence
Its a word made up
Only to hide the true noise
Even if we dont hear anything
We always hear ourselves
Moving
Breathing
Thinking
In the silence
The greatest noise.
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