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Sometimes, the noise is deafeningly silent,

And sometimes, it’s lonely in the middle of a crowd.

I shiver in the sweltering heat,

I feel high deep underground.

Sometimes, I feel like I’m drowning on dry land,

And at other times, the open air suffocates.

It used to be that the night is so bright,

Now often, the day is dark.

So many times, my whisper is a shout,

And I try to reach out from within.

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