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Silence I sit listening to the music, The soft melody is penetrating my ears. Yet, soothing, these harmonious sounds. So intense it brings me peace. Brings me to a place in my mind, Where I understand life. I sit listening to the flowing melody. The sounds come together, and slowly ebb away. Leaving the two of us together, silent. "That is what happens when the music ends." Lost, I just stare, not understanding. "What is that?" I ask, confused. "Death," he says, a simple word. I sit listening to the silence, The harsh emptiness is penetrating my soul. Inharmonious, and deafening, this hollow nullity. So intense that I am filled with fear. Bringing me to a place in my mind, Where I still don't understand death.
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