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Voices
With my head in my hands
I try to quiet the screaming
But it does not work
It gets louder and deadlier
And before long I am bleeding
Tears through my wrists
And the voices are telling me
I did a good job
I try to quiet the screaming
But it does not work
It gets louder and deadlier
And before long I am bleeding
Tears through my wrists
And the voices are telling me
I did a good job
Published 5th May 2013
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