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The sounds of silence are always the most painful.
The ringing filled her ears.
Delilah tucked herself into a ball with her chin resting on her knees.
She couldn't sleep. Sleep became a nightmare. The monsters hide in the dark threatening Delilah.
Delilah always wondered why most people wondered why sleep was a luxury. It was when you were the most vulnerable.
Everything could haunt you until you cried for mercy. Delilah always woke up in the middle of the night and wouldn't by able to get any sleep.
She loved the darkness, it was always surrounding her. It would be brought to her with every breath she took.
But the darkness would faded when she would the sunrise. The sun would slowly filled her room and the warm would cover her like a blanket.
Delilah smiled. She enjoyed the little things most people throw away.
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