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Static White Noise
Ever since we can remember the static white noise in our head's. A voice one for each, Most some here I know now, have more than one or so I think. Conflicts arise, conflicts abate who am I to judge or to take, To make you take pills to lesson the pain, I can't see your face. High in the sky, Twenty four seven, hundreds of planes fly in different directions. And they not from here fly around unimpeded. Static white noise made to distract you thinking in sleep, moving Pictures that haunt you. As here in America most grow even poorer to tired to think and Some haven't seen the heavenly star's, For the pain that two voices fight for control inside of your head's. Half cannot see or even now feel it, the noise blocking out and the thoughts that went with it. There are but few a few that they know of that and suffer not one way Or can think for another. Out in the ocean not far from the sea a stream forms a river, that Allows one to sleep. Free from the noise, deep in a dream where the few who once knew, Without fear can cross over.
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