When the voices are loud, breathe. When they tell you to stop, go! In my mind they scream for my attention but they aren't my will. My voice is law and my desires are god. Listen! Tell me who are you to tell me what to do? Are you my friend? Are you my truth? No. I am the truth. My actions are the clarity I seek. My thoughts are merely ideas but never my intentions. Speak through my words if you think you can but never expect my response. Never expect my gratitude. I spare only such things for my truth and the truths I accept.
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Muse of Madness
PoesíaI am a hermit. Learning how to find a place to call home within me. These are a collection of my findings. From my madness in psychosis to my clairaudience that teaches me self awareness. I believe we all have voices inside us that seem to reach fro...
