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Silence.

It fills the air, the space, the world.

In the end, there will only be silence.

So why bother making noise? Why bother, when that noise will be undone, erased from history?

Those are the thoughts that fill my mind.

And I realize there is no point in making noise. The only thing it does is give you fleeting senses of pleasure, of happiness, before it falls into the void.

And more often than not, noise makes you sad.

Angry.

Terrified.

So there is no need for sound, I think. No need for the suffering it brings, no need because it will vanish forever.

Just like everything else.

But silence. 

AN: Uhhhh- welp I'm pretty sure this sums up why I have nothing to update this story with- 

Anygays- 

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