To the girl.
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The Loudest Voice
Lots of things are loud. Like fire drills. Like train stations. The city. Crowded buses. Airports. Motorways. Lunchbreak at school. And life.
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To the girl.
Lots of things are loud. Like fire drills. Like train stations. The city. Crowded buses. Airports. Motorways. Lunchbreak at school. And life.