How does it feel to be locked up in the head for a long time without having to share those uncanny thoughts which you have been longing to get rid off?
How would it feel to lose your mind (soul/heart for the emotional jerks) to that eternal phase of thoughtlesness?
How will you define what you think or trace the line of your thoughts and compress them into that tiny envelope?
A concrete answer to these questions would show that one really has something called- self-policing one's mind towards one's actions.
But i have ceased to let any external factor control my mind, i have effortlessly failed to muster it from within too. So that really has left me with this state of unreal feeling that I have stopped having control over my mind and have subjected it to blank decadence and it torments me to the core!!!
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