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I have a thousand and one voices in my head, none of them mine I am holding my hand out, through the crowd Faceless voices and bodies, milling about in my head I reach through them,  hoping I can grab hold of her (them?) And pull them (her?) up out of the void Otherwise, I fear, she (they?) might fall and disappear into the chasm I think I need some help Someone to grab my ankles and lower me down Until I can reach her (them?) Reaching Reaching Reaching But my hands stay empty They stay empty And I worry, I'll stay empty forever With no respite, From a thousand and one voices inside my head, none of them mine
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Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 12:55 PM UTC
None of them mine
I have a thousand and one voices in my head, none of them mine I am holding my hand out, through the crowd Faceless voices and bodies, milling about in my head I reach through them,  hoping I can grab hold of her (them?) And pull them (her?) up out of the void Otherwise, I fear, she (they?) might fall and disappear into the chasm I think I need some help Someone to grab my ankles and lower me down Until I can reach her (them?) Reaching Reaching Reaching But my hands stay empty They stay empty And I worry, I'll stay empty forever With no respite, From a thousand and one voices inside my head, none of them mine
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Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 12:55 PM UTC
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