the voices are loud. my brain is a sick narrative. the voices are the crimson sea. i beg for them to let me sleep. they eat me alive, consuming me into a black hole, light years away. everyday, i wake to their forest fire. i wish to be liberated. i wish to be silenced. but then again, if i lose the voices, i lose myself.
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