Get the voices out of my head.
Get the feelings out of my heart.
Get the actions out of my soul.
Pain, pain, pain...
Where is it? What is it? What hurts me so?
Is it just me? Am I too far down in this hell hole?
Who is it? How is it? How does it hurt so?
I don't think of it, then I mess up and think of it.
Told to not worry... do not worry... let me live my life they said...
What life do I have when all wants me to be there right that second?
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Counting Sheep
Teen FictionOne sheep, two sheep, This is not helping at all. Three sheep, four- Someone kill me, I must snoop this low. Five sheep, six sheep, I feel tired, but the waters still flow. Seven sheep, eight she- It looks like the sheep hit a wall. I guess eight sh...
