The tired kind of silence

It was, she realised, the tired kind of silence. The kind of silence where every word sounded dull and every breath she took was exhausting. It was the kind of silence most people did not experience, and she hid it well too. It was the kind of silence that put out the fire in her. It was the kind of silence that was eerie and dangerous when it lasted too long. And so, she gave in and sang to the sad tunes in her head until it was dark and time for bed.

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