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Its so loud here.

Someone's always yelling, making noise.

I yearn for the quietness of a library.

For the peacefulness of nature.

For the middle of the night when all that can be heard is the light breathing of sleeping children.

I dread the sunrise, when they wake just to tell and make noise, and repeat the day before.

I dread having to function amongst all the noise.

The music, tv, crying, fighting, yelling.

I just want quiet.

Complete silence.

Not a sound.

Everything just natural.

I long to get away, but dread the knowledge that I can, and yet, won't.

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