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3/27/2008
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Sounds that penetrate the lobes..
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I hear voices speaking a foreign tongue I hear buses and cars passing by too. I lay here in the darkness of my surroundings My mind is filled with thoughts of worry and sadness. My hope fleets as the minutes go by. Why do I feel this way ? Why do I feel so much pain ? Is it because I am bad? Is it because I just need a nap ? Feeling that sick feeling in my stomach Feeling like I am going to soon vomit. People pressure me to do things that I don't want. The world scares me to no end and this never ceases. I hear, I feel, I think, I see nothing but darkness .... |
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