Plagued with fears
Close to tears
Running from the voices
Uncertain in your choices
Aware of your flaws
Try to find a cause
Hiding from the pain
Praying the you're sane
Begging for it to go away
Hoping not to see the day
Plagued with fears
Close to tears
Running from the voices
Uncertain in your choices
Aware of your flaws
Try to find a cause
Hiding from the pain
Praying the you're sane
Begging for it to go away
Hoping not to see the day
The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness. The remarkable thing is that the cessation of the inner dialogue marks also the end of our concern with the world around us. It is as if we noted the world and think about it only when we have to report it to ourselves.
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