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"Who are you?"

"David"

"Who are you?"

"I-I'm not sure"

"WHO ARE YOU!?

I clutched my head to try and suppress the voices inside it. It's a daily routine but I can always feel the judging. I do it every day so why do they still judge, why do they care about the kid who's crazy. But they probably think I'll shoot up the school, the bastards probably fear their life because I'm just that crazy in the unmoving solitude of my head. It makes me feel confident that I have power over them but what I'd give to be normal, to live without my disorder and myriad of problems.

Wait why are you here, why are you listening? Are you one of the people stuck in my head? You're trapped in the chamber of my mind aren't you? I guess there's always room for more torture, freeloaders, or whatever you want to be named. I guess you're stuck here then, like the rest of those voices I can't get out. And believe me when I tell you the doctors, therapist, and my brother have tried to help get them out but it doesn't work. It's like a never ending migraine that consists of arguing and battles with my head. But that's okay, maybe you can help since you're bothering to listen.


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