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Some days

​Some days the noise was too much , voices fighting to be heard over the top of each other, demanding her attention: a cacophony of need. Each one had its own particular pain and she felt them all, from the slightest needle prick to the heart-wrenching shudders. She felt her heart would break with it. And then there were the days when the voices sang. Glorious happy days. On those days she loved the voices. 

Paragraph Planet Aug 25th 2016

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  1. I am at the age of needing alone time, quiet time and hushing out the crazy chaos of the daily noise.

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