Love.

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Loving you was like a ringing in my ear.

You were persistent at first, a little annoying but you were there nonetheless.

You were high pitched and noisy; making me slowly go crazy!!!

You lasted for such a long time I started to grow used to you.

I didn't even realize you were slowly disappearing until you did.

Now I just sit in silence.

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I miss that ringing.

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