The beginning and the end.

Space is filled with it.

ever-expanding and growing.

I can’t stand silence.

It makes me itch, uncomfortable in my own skin.

I grasp for the smallest of sounds, but only silence remains.

we take sound for granted, yet some who live without it miss out.

Though we have learned to repair this.

What I would give to hear sound for the first time again.

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