The voices tell me to kill, to maim, to wound. They play tricks and make me see things that are not there. I close my eyes and see dead people and the monster I truly am.
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RandomThe thoughts of a friend long gone ,but still touches the hearts of those who new him. Sleep well James.
voices
The voices tell me to kill, to maim, to wound. They play tricks and make me see things that are not there. I close my eyes and see dead people and the monster I truly am.
