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the sound of silence can be heard right after the chirp of a morning bird it is also the sound a second after somone bursts out with haughty laughter some may say it never exists because they live out there lives in eternal bliss apart from the world of terror and pain they make normal lives seem like a game but the sound of silence is always there it hangs in the mist of the evening air its floating around through clouds and shrouds, of memories, and thoughts, visions and sounds the sound of silence is my favourite sound its meant to be heard when your six feet underground, but people who hear it in our reality, are one step c

i have to unload, from the pressure in this life of mine, i need time to unwined, time to catch up, to this rushed ass life of mine, and although i never whine, my mind can be felt, broken and wrecked, having to put up with this life, the life god chose for a reject, but i can survive this hellish strife, and if i seem to overprotect, its is because i dont want my life, to wreck the lives of my friends, with all respect.

everytime i scream, my mind explodes, to expose this dream, of me on a one way road, wispering while I talk, running while i walk even though im always asleep, my eyes are open, and sharp as hawks, for during this dream of terror and rage, i tend to explode over the smallest of things, or not reallise when i\'ve made a change, in my life or anyone elses, altho im in a dream, my brain seems to die, and the very essence of me, is engulfed in this lie, and my mind hits its third degree, when its forced to accept, this is my reallity.