Hearing

by Washley   Feb 17, 2006


Sometimes we listen other times we don't
Sometimes we cry about the things we listen to. The things we don't want to listen to, but we still hear.
The voices that say were done, it is over, she is dead, he is dead. Why do we listen?
Why don't we just hear?

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  • 18 years ago

    by Natalie

    Hmm, This was good! Although I do Think it could go a little deeper. Maybe try and explain what they're listening too, And why it's making them sad. Jus digg it in deep.

    And thank you for the comments. much appreicated! I hope you don't take my comments the wrong way. I just try to help make it better. But I do Think this deserves a 5.

    - Natalie x-x

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