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Noise


Noise. So much noise. It roars and rattles, bings and bangs, screams and shouts. The noise won't stop, it's everywhere. There's a hustle and bustle outside, and whirring and humming inside. Isolated, the noise fades out, but it does not cease for long. The thoughts. The thoughts take over the mind. Constant internal noise. Decisions to make, paths to plan, lists to write. Noise. So much noise. Even in the silence, there is always so much noise.
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