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They're crying my name

I hear it when I wake up

Then again when I sleep

They never stop

Never go away

I've told a few

But I see it on their face

The word "insane" plays on their lips

Cringing at it's tastes

I guess I should be afraid

But the strange thing is

I'm not

Not at all

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