I hate empty words so my mind only paints a world with meaning. Now I know the burden of thoughts is a blessing only for living, mine has birth words to help you in believing.

How can I sleep when my mind slips? I am present so I feel every emotion, I'm I going insane? It seems I can hold my thoughts. The days have become so dark I need a torch, the addiction to form got me crushed I needed a touch but in obscurity, I found the light.

Life has become a conspiracy and its theory is transparency. My words are as deep as my thoughts and I hope their meaning helps heal even the deepest of hurt.
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