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Today it became clear
That I have an addiction
To all the noise that I hear
Even when it was removed
And there was nothing I could do
I sought out a way
To bring it back into play
You see, noise is my distraction
From all the pain inside me
Even though
It only gives me dissatisfaction
I pacify myself
Like a newborn baby
Trying to self soothe
From the credence of noise
I’m a junkie
Through and through
I fiend for more and more
Until I can’t even remember
What it was like all before
I’ve lost myself in doing
Instead of just being
So I just keep repeating
Until the noise
Inevitably leaves me
And the silence is screaming
About the Creator
Misha Kelly
Writer, adventurer, nature lover, student of life



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