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How Can I
How can I get these toughs out of my head.
These toughs keep spinning around in my mind but I can't put them in to spoken words.
My voice won't come out when i need it most constantly leaving me stranded in a scene of doubt that I cant shake off there's something that keeps telling me not to think of this but the more that one speaks the more another one does this one is the darker voice in my head the one that holds my anger and my rage the voice that tells me to let lose set me free to knock the holly Shit from them.
I ignore both of them for a reason because if i listen to one then i listen to both.
But how can I put this all to rest this mask of a shattered heart that heals slowly but the wounds keep getting deeper before they can heal.
The words I hide can't be found so easily like the mist that blows the ashes of shattered dreams in the wind
Just let it go
Like the arctic snow
These toughs keep spinning around in my mind but I can't put them in to spoken words.
My voice won't come out when i need it most constantly leaving me stranded in a scene of doubt that I cant shake off there's something that keeps telling me not to think of this but the more that one speaks the more another one does this one is the darker voice in my head the one that holds my anger and my rage the voice that tells me to let lose set me free to knock the holly Shit from them.
I ignore both of them for a reason because if i listen to one then i listen to both.
But how can I put this all to rest this mask of a shattered heart that heals slowly but the wounds keep getting deeper before they can heal.
The words I hide can't be found so easily like the mist that blows the ashes of shattered dreams in the wind
Just let it go
Like the arctic snow
Published 3rd Feb 2012
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