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I have to escape.
I can't write like this.

I'm drowning in noise
Can't swim to the top.

Gravity holding me under
Noise filling my lungs...
Deafening my ears...
Making me numb...

At last my freedom comes
My muse has returned.

And I am weightless now.
As I finish this thought.

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