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Voices

You can get drunk
Do drugs
Cut.
The voices still won't stop
No matter what.
They're forever there
Stuck.
In my head
Yelling, screaming, cursing
That's what it's supposed to be like
Right?
Wrong.
They sit and wait for the perfect moment
The pounce
Where they tear you to pieces
Torment.
That's what they're good at.
Written by simply_complicated
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