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alive in the deadly silence the Noise just sits there and rumbles, to itself cause no one cares to hear friends. comfortable behind mask of blindness thriving in a lying game congregations of robotic circles are programmed to no feeling working on overdrive to hide what's reeling under the surface, some think it a crying shame a sharp pang awakens what's buried underneath each card played is a lie that stunts the sound despite the desperate echo that voices the truths bounds, It refuses to boil over, fighting the pressure and heat the Hush is that loud friend you've made over time never ceasing in its persistence to be noticed perhaps if the resistance it met shifted its focus your bond would be more sublime