the boom shattering my windows is when your freedom stop and mine start and let us see who's going to win
silence silence not a word for me but a state of mind eyes opened and ears listening I like the silence of birds chirping and frogs croaking or was it geese the busses passing my street I do not mind or children screaming joy I enjoy but the damned music not of my choosing blasting your ego thinking I want to share you are mistaken
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