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At the Library

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It's quiet here
here at the library
I feel as though I'm away
like on vacation
The noise level goes down
way down
and I feel safe.

At home it's loud
unpleasent
Makes one feel like a
p r i s o n e r
The noise is high
from the people
screeching at
eachother
And I want to get away.

They say a quiet place is perfect
and it is
Being here
at the library
gets me away
far away
I don't think I want to leave
The yelling goes away
Sounds of pages turning
are the only noises

I can hear myself breathe.

It's quiet here
here at the library
The voices running through my head
Escaping out my ears
and running back in once more
The voices are screaming
screaming with fear
I can hear them calling me
I can hear it
Louder
Louder
More louder
LOUDER!

It's quiet here
here at the library
It's safe
Not a single sound
and I want to go home.

 

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