In our heads there’s constant chatter,
from whom we’re not quite sure.
A lying, devious, silly voice
that most of us endure.
The chatter never seems to stop
it blethers while I type.
Sometimes it uses fancy words,
but mainly words that gripe.
In any case, that voice in there
can’t be and isn’t you.
‘Cause you’re the one who’s listening.
Know that, and you’ll break through.
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Quiet
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