So much that my brain goes quiet.
And I can't think anymore.
About everything.
The white noise that is life.
Because death, and being pushed away, and everything is just too much sometimes.
I wish it could all go quiet.
-My mother told me to never speak unless I could improve the silence hanging in the air.
So here I am, writing.
Hoping to improve the silence this paper is speaking.-H
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