Dear Silence,
Hello old friend. Yes, friend. We have met many times, all situations turning sour. Don't fret, I don't blame you for this constant occurrence, it happens. However, I am not entirely fond of you, seeing as I am a person who blossoms in the company of others. Yes, I admit, I do have episodes that require your presence. Only to destroy you. My screams crush your will, my agony senses your being, and it seeks to butcher you. I know it must be difficult, a constant battle between you and I. Unfortunately, I am not sorry. Having written to Time, I am aware of the limited piece he has given you, so thank you for using it to read this letter. Now, I must be off to slay your existence.
With defiance-
Reyna Evans
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