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torn by my own being

Silence hangs, air is deathly . . . The silence breathly thousands of my voices They tear at my choices ~tear~ roughing-- till I am reduced to nothing. In the hush of solitude when no soul lingers near my own thoughts will rise the loudest voice to hear

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Date: 2/17/2025 9:54:00 PM
inner silence harvests the thousands of inner voices.
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Reya Suri
Date: 2/18/2025 1:01:00 PM
you couldn't be more correct. life has a way of never letting your mind relax; you just have to learn to think positively to overcome the silence.

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