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May 2016
Voices. They. Don't. Stop. Ever.

They make me wanna scream and shout.

SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT IT!

They're still there. Taunting. Poking. Ripping me apart.

They'll regret it. The new me is here. And they will have to ...

SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!

It's not working, they're still here.
Still dragging at me. All I need is a flash.
A moment.

SNAP.

They wanted me. They got me. They realise now.

The voices aren't there anymore. They ran away... they lost.

Hear that? No?

THEN SHUT UP!
This was written when I was suffering a traumatic personal event
Saint Jimmy
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Saint Jimmy  20/M/Portsmouth
(20/M/Portsmouth)   
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