As the hours passed, the landscape around me became increasingly mountainous. I felt a growing desire to simply be with myself, away from the incessant pull into conversations. How monotonous... always the same words, the same tired rhythms. What exhaustion.

  All I want is peace, but it feels like an unattainable luxury. The noise of the people around me, their raised voices, the ceaseless cacophony... everything seems to conspire against the tranquility I seek. Even with so many people, more and more, constantly appearing from all sides and demanding my attention, you continue to haunt me. It’s like a vicious cycle, an endless repetition. I long for silence. A space where I can just be, without the constant invasion of this noise that wears me down.

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