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my inner voices that’s all they are. Thoughts. No beginning no end no conclusion. Just thoughts. Here one minute gone the next. Thoughts never come in a straight line. They are scattered and only make sence to the beholder. They run like the riwer slowly at times then fast stumbling over a rock on their way getting caught in a gigantic wave hitting the shore washing everything else away. They quiet down |
they’re no longer here. A thought. Just gone. Out of reach. A short life-time but it made it’s impact. And another comes to life in the light of its flow. A life carried on though over. But still it’s just a thought…. |
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