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Journal of a Schizophrenic (Entry #2)
Dear psychosis,
I know you can hear me, as I can hear you all the same. You've crept into my ears for most of my life now.I believe it's time for you to hear me. Delusional I must be to take you for a physical form, writing to you. I just want it all to end. I want to make the best out of a raw deal that I have been given in life. They say life is a gift, for me it's a session of torture, as if I'm serving a sentence in Hell. Breathing scorching air into my lungs you do, screaming in my ears. Damn you! This life was suppose to be mine! Not yours!
I know you can hear me, as I can hear you all the same. You've crept into my ears for most of my life now.I believe it's time for you to hear me. Delusional I must be to take you for a physical form, writing to you. I just want it all to end. I want to make the best out of a raw deal that I have been given in life. They say life is a gift, for me it's a session of torture, as if I'm serving a sentence in Hell. Breathing scorching air into my lungs you do, screaming in my ears. Damn you! This life was suppose to be mine! Not yours!
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