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The Experience
I longed for real true silence.
I hate the way my head pounds.
At 4 oclock every day.
I spend my days in a dull overly lit building.
Yet, it feels so dark
As soon as I embark for nter the door from the outside
I feel the shift within my bones.
I feel the shift of color and leaves, to dull white walls, and lights that never seem to stop flickering.
A building full of neverending noise, like a fire alarm that never turns off.
When a fire alarm begins, it never ends inside your head
This fire alarm It rings throughout the entirety of the day pulsating my body
For the preceding seven hours.
The ringing in my ears increases until my focus decides to shift to my head.
I have been here far too long.
All I long for is complete and utter silence.
No more fire alarms.
I watch as the others smile and laugh.
How stereotypical of them
It's not fair to me.
I am dying on the inside.
No one in this building acts in the correct stereotypical school manner.
with proper poise.
I shutter as I watch the others run and jump
Aas if they don't ever hear the same pulsating noise.
I wish for quiet days.
Spent in my happy place
Nowith no alarms, bright with light and radiated joy.
I wish for calm and steadiness.
To overcome my current state of stress.
One day it will all fade.
A memory played amidst lost time.
One day this dull building full of alarms and migraines
Wwill be gone from my memory.
My pounding head will no longer ache.
Finally I will get a break.
My four o’clock will be spent in an office.
I will know real silence soon.
One day I will miss this building.
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