Loud noises all around me,
I cannot escape their grasp.
An overwhelming flood in my ears,
My hands cannot drown the sound.
Loss of concentration.
Loss of peace.
I hear too many things.
Voices, music, horns, and bells,
they are just too much for me.
Please turn it down.
I’m sorry I asked.
See, I have this thing.
Everything is a little louder for me.
It’s called noise sensitivity.
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