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"It was too loud for too long, it had become so loud, that even her pages were tired of the noise, but then, all of a sudden...it was silent, and then she realised, she liked the sound of her rapid heartbeat, more than she did the silence. At least the noise meant she was alive, but a silent heart? It meant she was dead."

It gets too loud sometimes, the noises, and the voices, but sometimes the sound of my heartbeat, lessons the chaos, and for a second, I get to dwell in a place, where chaos becomes beauty, but sometimes the beauty also becomes the chaos.