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A constant rumble has found itself trapped in the back of your thoughts. To you, This is normal. They've always been there, The voices, But now they're growing louder. You can hear their words. They can show you things. Things no one can see Things that aren't really there And you listen You follow his orders He's the one in charge, right? "Take the pills, Grab the knife, Bite the gun." Do not question him. The others become angry They tell you what you really are. "A waste, A disappointment, Useless." And so you listen. You're lead to the bathroom Where the screams crack mirrors And your ears will bleed. "Taste gunpowder... You will free them, They will be happier." One shot is heard. Then a laugh. He has won Again. And a new voice is heard in the crowd.
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Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
Voices
A constant rumble has found itself trapped in the back of your thoughts. To you, This is normal. They've always been there, The voices, But now they're growing louder. You can hear their words. They can show you things. Things no one can see Things that aren't really there And you listen You follow his orders He's the one in charge, right? "Take the pills, Grab the knife, Bite the gun." Do not question him. The others become angry They tell you what you really are. "A waste, A disappointment, Useless." And so you listen. You're lead to the bathroom Where the screams crack mirrors And your ears will bleed. "Taste gunpowder... You will free them, They will be happier." One shot is heard. Then a laugh. He has won Again. And a new voice is heard in the crowd.
corvidophobia
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Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
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