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22.08.2025.

M. L. Wren .
I always feel its obsessive presence,
Being in company, no matter where.
It catches up with me in loneliness,
Suffocates from inside, clouds awareness.

This noise announces without invitation;
Noise drowns out thoughts, distracts, and waits.
When I give in, it watches the reaction,
Makes get used to the worst, finishing with inaction.

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