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Days upon days, silence runs violent,

not sure if i knew the true definition of silent,

until written word stopped, i figured it was a wall,

yet never expected to feel regret when i fall,

no one listenin', fall til i hear nothing at all,

feel nothing at all now whenever one calls,

now i've said too much, gotta be tough,

or i'm acting stupid again not saying enough,

when a mind like such runs on a road with novels,

why not write until my fingers turn to grovel?

a bumpy ride ahead but i say goodbye,

to all my past that used to keep me from tyin',

never from cryin though, now it takes a good

movie, novel, song or music video like it should,

never we could cause you lived in cofusion, gloved,

now i'm still feeling like you're the only i'll ever love.