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my world is silent.

not metaphoricaly, nobody speaks. ever.

somehow we were all born speaking a different language.

even though nobody speaks, we all kind of make up a language to make sense of this world. 

nobody speaks the same language.

it's very peaceful when nobody speaks, no arguments, just silence.

sure every once in a while I'll say one word, but I'm always punished.

our society believes that silence is key.

if you're wondering how I know all of this, after we are created we get hooked up to a computer and they implant all of this knowledge into our minds.

I am Will and I feel trapped.


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