The night is deafening when the silence is listening. And I'm down on my knees and I know that something is missing. Because the back of my mind is holding things I'm relying in but I choose to ignore it because I'm always denying them. I'm a bit of a manic when it's not as I plan it, 'cause I start losing my head and then I get up in a panic. Remember, when we were kids and always knew when to quit it? Are we denying a crisis, or are we scared of admitting it?

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