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To keep these thoughts to myself, is the only option I have. They collide painfully with others, hidden by a silent front. To let them free, would be to ruin everything. I am a prisoner in my own head: seeing every scenario played and replayed – none of them mostly happy. So I give a hint there, hope you pick one up here – A silent protest to a silent war. And wonder what you think then. But I already know. You're as much a prisoner as I. Like choosing a path in a dream that turns to vapors and is gone struck from the memory upon waking And now, it is all I have. A faint memory of what could be, and that of which, never will.
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Mar 19, 2011
Mar 19, 2011 at 12:14 PM UTC
A Silent Protest to a Silent War
To keep these thoughts to myself, is the only option I have. They collide painfully with others, hidden by a silent front. To let them free, would be to ruin everything. I am a prisoner in my own head: seeing every scenario played and replayed – none of them mostly happy. So I give a hint there, hope you pick one up here – A silent protest to a silent war. And wonder what you think then. But I already know. You're as much a prisoner as I. Like choosing a path in a dream that turns to vapors and is gone struck from the memory upon waking And now, it is all I have. A faint memory of what could be, and that of which, never will.
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sarah-jane
Mar 19, 2011
Mar 19, 2011 at 12:14 PM UTC
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