Quiet

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I stroll through figments of imagination

Empty and alone

I walk past different destinations

Purposeless and hopeless

I drive through crowded streets, seeking the unknown

not yet ready to go home

Silence that kills the living me

and sounds that mean no more.

Love feels like such a burden

Hate that drives me farther away

Fear that create new hurdles

Anger that pulse through my veins

An unknown light that I keep on following

A shadow I am trying to escape

I run to make it mean something

to seek the calm where I might lay

and my head is finally quiet

and it has no more left to say.

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i wrote part of it few weeks back and i hope the mumble jumble fits right in the words.. thank you..

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