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"I'm at my final straw! My power's hardly a blessing at all, Heeding to everybody's call! Is there a line that I can draw?! Everything is way too loud! The roar of whispers in every crowd! I'm sick of all the noise right now, Oh, can someone please just turn it down?!"
I crave silence. Why must I overhear every little argument? I wish to never hear again,if it ment freedom from the constant fighting.
