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  • In an abyss of silence...the rain drops gently touch the ground. I hear them... sitting in the room, in semi-silence. The clock is tick-ticking, leaving me with a rhythmic sense of the rain. Tick-tick to the ground... tick-tick on the branches of my mind's neurons, clicking, tapping, unleashing clouds of peaceful sadness, making me calmer and calmer, stagnating me in this silence of the abyss. So calming... so liberating. I slowly move my back from side to side. I hear clicks within my spine - click.. click... There... it feels more open, more harmonious with the ticks in the absence of sounds. impatiently, how hungrily I crave the bewitching silence of the tick...and tick...and tick...and...
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