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Crashing waves of sound,

Reverberate around and around.

Till deathly silence consumes.

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Silence absolute,  nerve wrenching,

Silence harrowing, face twitching.

Within this beguiling artiface.

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Reason, debate from within,

One of many that are competing,

For supreme domination.

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Everyday, a different person,

Waiting for the next dispersion.

Medication, transitory constraint.

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Voices converse, plot and plan,

Not sure anymore when it all began.

To be free from white constraints.

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Who am I really?

Which of the many?

To be free, is to find myself.

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Alone inside my mind,

So lonely,  it cannot be defined. 

Stop the drugs, awake they will.

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