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Mar 2014
What's wrong with me?
Why do I feel like this?
Wrong is right,
or is it right is wrong?
I don't know,
but the mere thought
is driving me insane.
The constant commotion
surrounding me has my
head spinning.
I try to block it all out
but everytime I try
the sound seems to
find some other
right of passage.
"Shut up," I scream.
"Shut up!"
But the more I speak,
the louder they
seem to get.
I close my eyes
hoping it would strain
the noise,
only to achieve no success.
I can't take it anymore.
This is too much for me.
My head feels like
it's going to explode.
"SHUT UP!" I scream
at the top of my lungs.
Only to open my eyes and realize...
I'm alone.
Prodige
Written by
Prodige  Ethel, La.
(Ethel, La.)   
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