Part twenty four

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No one noticed
No one noticed how little she spoke
No one noticed her smile slowly fading
No one noticed the long sleeves she had suddenly started to wear
No one asked if she was okay
No one offered her the opportunity to speak
No one saw her world slowly crumble
No one noticed any of these things
Although music noticed
Music spoke to her through song
Music checked up on her when no one else would
Music listened to her
Music loved her
Music was her only escape

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