Dear Noise-Cancelling Headphones,
Oh, how your betrayal hurts.
The agony of being stabbed in the back by my own possessions. You yank me back into my chair when I stand. Your sound distorts unreasonable.
Oh, the agony.
The pain.
I send you no love.
An Inconsolable Author
P.S. Bought a new pair. You’ve been replaced.
Author Dahlia Donovan 
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