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They're not real

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the corrupted send messages in my dreams
asleep in bed i awake in screams
the voices come and go day and night
they take my blood, come take a bite
crying for my disability, its all in my head
they scream at me i wish i was dead
i want some peace, i need it quick
my doctor tells me I'm mentally sick
the world around me i cannot hear
i fight back with so much fear
I'm bleeding out waiting to see the day
when the voices go away
i need to remember the voices are never real
they'll never hurt me and my mind will heal





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