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Loud
It's always a little too loud in here
Everything happening at the same time
No one ever seeming to stop
Or to realize "Maybe I've had enough"
It's always a little too loud in here
Emotions raving incoherently
Never giving the soul a chance to rest
It's always a little too loud in here
Too loud
Too loud

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I live in New York City where literally nothing ever seems to stop. Everyone is always moving and this piece I think spoke to that. It made me think of how I live my life in this city and me being so small yet so important in it. Then I thought of my life and also how small but yet so important I am in this big world. The mention of loudness in this piece connotes to that idea of constant moving and noise and how in life we are always doing something. Never giving ourselves that chance to just recollect and stop thinking about what comes next all the time.