there is a voice inside my head
and i keep trying to understand
what it's trying to say
but all i hear is a loud,
sharp, penetrating scream.
each day, it gets louder.
each day, a part of me wanders
away from my soul or
maybe it's eating it,
i honestly don't
know. i want it gone.
i want it gone.
please, make
it stop.
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