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Voices.

I’ve been thinking.
Thinking a lot.

And now I’m stuck,
In my hellhole of a mind.
I’ve tried to escape,
To the reality that I left behind,

But they won’t let me.
The ones who drew me in,

Will never set me free.
The voices, the whispers,
Calling me.
They pull me deeper,

Bringing me into the dark.
I’ll call out for help,
But there’s no one to hear me.

And now,
I’ve done something terrible.
To get away from the voices,
To set me free.

I was thinking.
Thinking a lot.
Until the day,
That they stopped.



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