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A Letter To Mr. Persaud

As we sat there, only the awkward silence pierced through the room; all of us just waiting.

Waiting for sound.

None of us knew it at the time, but we had all been in the same positions before: the same exact places in that very room.

Waiting for sound.

But then, there was this sudden burst of music; the beautiful kind of music only seen in the brightest of times; the most wonderful aspects of life!

And yet…

Nothing could restore the love and friendship that had been lost for eons.
No memories. No kinship. Just sound.

Waiting for silence.

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