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Alone again.

The echo chamber fills the silence. A space I avoid when my mind becomes loud. And the narration doesn't stop.

It goes. Without mercy. Silence becomes deafening.

Chase the external world to bring a moment of relief from the inner monologue that doesn't stop.

What does it say...

Listen

to the space between words. Sit with the silence that speaks.

What does it protect?

Give some space. Don’t drown it out.

Listen

to the story. But remember it’s just that...a story.

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