Hear
I hear the crickets chirping absent of rhythm.
I hear the clock ticking away the seconds.
I hear my blood pumping through my veins.
I hear the creaking of the swing outside.
I hear the purr of the cat lying serenely on the bed.
I hear my every breath as I inhale and exhale.
And I hear the rain pounding on the roof.
But, I cannot hear you.
And I do not want to.
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