I live inside of my head,
most times.
And with time,
the noises in my head
get louder and louder.
I lose myself mid-sentences.
I ain't suicidal,
but in my head,
I always wanted to end—
end either them or me.
Only one of us can live.
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Author:
Cynthia Seven (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
That is a most interesting concept and how one needs to be unified. Well done
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