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Noise


Your home is silent, full of peace.

Just you and your thoughts.

Just you.

As you open the door, there are so many things going on.

Screaming.

Crying.

Forest fires.

Children taken from their parents.

Eating out of garbage cans.

Coming to school with bruises.

Holes in shirts.

Do you step out of your silent home?

Am you willing to risk your comfort?

You take one step out the door, and everything changes for you.

 

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