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Aug 2018
...But at night

My head is a radio tower

The thoughts and information bouncing off the walls of my mind

Front to back

Voices from different frequencies

Endlessly bombarding me.

Never stopping

Never ending.

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And for the first time in my life

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I find myself begging for a place

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Where I don't get cell service.
Help.
Soulace
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Soulace  23/M/Canada
(23/M/Canada)   
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