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The days that go by
Day in and day out.
My words would cry
Don’t hurt me, don’t shout.
The loudness of everyone roars in my tiny little ears,
Where I want to hear silence
And my mind to be clear.
For days I have wondered what I shall do,
Wandering the streets of my mind aimlessly through and through,
Through dreams I see the beauty of all things arise,
