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They blast so loud and so clear, 
these mumbled soliloquies, spoken 
to walls and mirrors. With hope, 
nothing to do with madness; just painless 
and convenient company. 
And so much time left, or so i'm told. 
How different and calm now: no tags 
thrown on walls, no pills down my sock, 
no avoiding debt, no all night laughs 
and cries. 
Just this blurred clarity, and the sound 
of distant voices, that linger now as whispers, 
and contentment, with a sliver of pride. 
Jon Butcher

29th Birthday