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I find comfort in the darkness
When my head rests on the pillow and my eyes wonder to the ceiling
The room is filled with silence but my mind is clouded with thoughts
Tears threaten to spill from my eyes as the voices continue to shout in my mind
My eyes remain on the ceiling as the room becomes more dark
Why can't my mind be as silent as the room is?
-s

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