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Jun 2015
this sound is surrounding
these voices abounding
my sanctuary has walls
paper thin between its halls

grating, chipping
slowly sifting
the sands of time
through my unwilling mind

stress is quickly rising
paranoia hiding
behind this smile
I would run for miles

thoughts escaping
noises ******
inner peace
stop it please

muscles twitching
fingers gripping
dark sheets
hard, please
stop the
noise
save my
health
just a
boy
with no-one
else
theboy
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theboy  IL
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