Sound of silence

Find the answers right at the cogitation of your mind.

I try to pay attention to the one voice I can trust, and all I see is a reaction of an intense out cry but couldn't hear any voice.
Damn! I need an answer but my soul directs me towards silence. Am about to dehisce into anger, but I must remain as gentle as the dove, and my �'" should weigh less than a feather.
I must learn not bear unnecessary pains. The greatest art work I'd ever get to work on is me, I must remain an artist not to contend with you but with me. We must learn to love despite being lovesick. How can that be?

Géorge

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