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Voices

7/24/16

I'm sitting on the floor
Having clean skin, no more
I rip my hair to shreds
Until there's nothing left

I do my best to breathe
Trying not to let you leave
Memories of us keep me sane
I wonder if you remember my name

Please make this stop
I'm running out of hair to chop
The pills were meant to make it go away
But the voices in my head, they stay