Many

All the voices gather around
Suposedly to be friendly
"But should i trust them" asked myself
Are they not the enemy? 
They show me things
And take me places
When close my eyes
Visions become outrageous
To fight, to lose i don't know
This "choosing" make me want to blow
A few times, the noise is missing
And for that little time
Moments feels like blessings

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