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You walk alone on a crowded street,

Everyone's eyes you're afraid to meet.

You feel like they're talking about you and your fear,

Their hushed voices and snarls the only thing you hear.

Once at home, you plug in your headphones,

Trying to shut out their horrendous moans.

These paper thin walls hold nothing in,

And pretty soon your patience is wearing thin.

You slip on your black hoodie and run into the night,

With the full ominous moon your only light.

Through the dark forest is where you will go,

Hiding behind trees and trying to stay low.

Then you see your safe haven there,

And that is where you'll stay, in your homey lair.

Drenched in the loud silence that sets you free,

It's the only thing that saves you from insanity.