6 years ago

Voices.


There's little voices around me.

They keep telling me things that don't make any sense.

I can't understand what they want from me.

"What do you want, what do you want?" I ask.

Every second, im feeling more tense.

I ponder their words as i sit here, at my desk.

My mind isn't free.

I can't think of anything else.

I can't think of anything.

I can't think.

I can't.

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