When I am alone
I have crowded thoughts
When I am in a crowd
My thought is alone
Free my crowded thoughts when I am alone
Feed my lonely thought when I am in a crowd
The loud silence or the silent violence
Is just a paradoxical lens resting in my soul
My life is a biopic of my myopic soul
When the mask falls off, it will have to take its toll
-Chronicwriter
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