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How does that sound?


The sound of human life first begins with the cries of birth and broken comfort. One takes in and analyzes their surroundings and adapts to their new environment. Over time they learn new things. Whether they’re their first words or the first time they went to a game. Those moments in life will stay with them. The sound of nature is the trees flowing in the wind, animals speaking their language to one another; rival with each other. The wind allows people to feel free. The sound of love is the rapid beat of one’s heart, their blood rushes through their body making a rustle sound. The sound of human life begins just to end with the sound of love. I’m not sure, I think I’m hearing the rustle sound. My heart ponds fast, the palms of my hands begin to sweat, and all I think about is you. Is it because I think I love you?

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