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Throughout the day, I surround myself

With people laughing, talking, screaming

Although I talk to none of them

They still consider themselves my friends

 

Driving home, I turn up the volume

Music blasting through my soul

Through the day, I keep it loud

I make sure I’m filled with sound

 

But in my bed, all sound breaks

I’m left alone, hollow and empty

I feel lost, afraid and lonely a-gain

I wield broken noise, and surrender to pain.

 


 

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