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No thought too small;No thought too big
I had a thought, not too small, not too big.
All though different and obscure; it lacked confidence and charm.
Created with little personality and no self esteem
.i had a though with a firm belief it lacked charisma cheap and weak.
Born with no drive, zero confidence to grow and manifest.
No different than the millions of similar thoughts sharing the same traits.
Thoughts that are noticed then dead before having a chance to live.
Unable to manifest, malnurished and sick, lacking the proper nutrients.
I had a thought regretting to say im now afraid its taking control,
how could i be so naive? So immature and gullable?
Sure, with age comes wisdom. We mustnt forget the entire quote.
Wisdom no doubt comes with age; but wisdom is a byproduct of countless mistakes.
I know a thought could never be too small nor too big, but its too late.
Now i suffer the consequences as my "weak" though festers and grows.
Manipulating at will working at an invisible level, feeding on my concious.
With unbelievable power and confidence blocking any options to eradicate.
I had a thought thats now all too real.its my fault i forgot,
Goodbye friends goodbye world that very thought became this fitted noose
that firmy rests around my neck
All though different and obscure; it lacked confidence and charm.
Created with little personality and no self esteem
.i had a though with a firm belief it lacked charisma cheap and weak.
Born with no drive, zero confidence to grow and manifest.
No different than the millions of similar thoughts sharing the same traits.
Thoughts that are noticed then dead before having a chance to live.
Unable to manifest, malnurished and sick, lacking the proper nutrients.
I had a thought regretting to say im now afraid its taking control,
how could i be so naive? So immature and gullable?
Sure, with age comes wisdom. We mustnt forget the entire quote.
Wisdom no doubt comes with age; but wisdom is a byproduct of countless mistakes.
I know a thought could never be too small nor too big, but its too late.
Now i suffer the consequences as my "weak" though festers and grows.
Manipulating at will working at an invisible level, feeding on my concious.
With unbelievable power and confidence blocking any options to eradicate.
I had a thought thats now all too real.its my fault i forgot,
Goodbye friends goodbye world that very thought became this fitted noose
that firmy rests around my neck
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