When the music fades, reality begins, ebbing at the edges of our earbuds, threatening to pull us back into the world where the silence is too loud, too piercing. So don't ask her why she blasts her rock music so high or why his eyes slip shut when the music goes on because we're all trying to escape, and you'll only tether us to the place we wish to be farthest from, so please, just leave us be.
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Poesíahello and welcome to a piece of my brain. enjoy your stay. Y E A R O N E.