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What I last listened to, is the clicking of the keyboard in front of me, it is a song all on its own, for everything has a beat to listen to. The last thing I never want to happen, is for my heart to lose its beat, because without that beat, I won't exist. The one thing I want to hear, is the sound of wings when the bird takes off. The last thing I won't ever want to hear again, is that boy's voice in my ear, from the day he hurt me.
Those are the reasons why I hate and love silence. But there is never enough to listen to, so my ears strain to hear any sound of life.
 m.ikstar · Sun Jun 03, 2007 @ 03:06am · 0 Comments |
