╔═════¦☾Whispers and Murmurs of days gone by
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     I endured the noise alone, unsure when a listening ear might appear. The weight of all those sounds, an uproar I wished to quiet. Each heartbeat and gentle whisper echoed in my mind. Like the noise attempting to overshadow my light.

Every time I answer, the noise lingers around. I can’t trace the error's roots, nor am I certain one exists. I realize my flaws, but I don't strive for perfection. I’m certain of one truth: I’m a work in progress and strive to be better. With each day that passes before me.

In every fleeting moment, as time flows. A single thought unravels, breaking within. It feels like I shoulder the burden of blame. A polished object with a flawed core. 

Voices relentlessly attempt to come together. Guiding each action as if they knew everything.

They speak of my flaws, as if I emerged without grace. All I want is silence, a break from the echoes of my sadness, a past I'd rather not talk about.