Silence
I don't want the silence
But it comes crawling in
Into my ears, and
I can't help but reflect upon
Myself
I try to stop it
But I can't help think
How ugly I am
They say I'm beautiful
How my friends lie
I don't want the silence
But it comes to me
As I lay here
I like the hustle and bustle
So I can't hear it
The voice, that yells insults at me
I don't want the silence
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