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Silence breeds a thousand thoughts, time with no motion makes a moment feel like years...

you noticed you cant find a helping hand when you're down, but when you're paid unknown palms seem to appear…

So much potential to create wonders close to miracles, yet crippled by fear…

Weakened by your own self doubt, self hatred released from your mouth as you taste your own tears...

You may light up a swisha, may turn to hard liquor or settle for cold beers...

Then get lost in your own thoughts, plots become sharper than spears…

After all, no one understands you, what would be the point of reaching out to your peers?..

Regardless of what roads you take in life some how, you always seem to end up here...

What would it mean to finally leave? To let go & no longer exist to just, disappear...

Silence breeds a thousand thoughts when you're alone and the fog of your distractions clear...