I do not wish
For this to continue
Stop
I command
But
No-one listens
I am simple a pin drop
In a crowded room
Not heard
Though when everyone is silent
I am the high pitched squealing
That everyone wants to
Turn off
I am a cushion
On the already soft seat
The soap
Next to the body wash
The sky
Next to the sun
The rock
Next to the stars
What is this?
"Nothing."
What am I?
Silence.
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