Being in touch with self, metes out many troubles, because
thoughts are held tightly and close, they have no way to
air out and become stale with waiting.
Unless they are brought out and spoken of, no one can know
what is going on inside your head, thoughts become distorted
and blur common sense, distilling your mind.
Causing tears to fall and making your mind as if it is
drunk with liquor, it's not, but that is how the mind feels
when it is in constant turmoil, mixing the present with the
past.
When you are in touch with self, knowing the hazards it
can bring, trouble can be stood off bravely with no tears,
because thoughts are no longer held so close.
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