It

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My fingers hover over the screen
Debating if I should reach for help
Tears streaming down my cheeks
My body is shaking
I throw the phone
My hands immediately grasp my head
I squeeze hard
To get rid of the thoughts
The thoughts IT created
I tell myself I'm insane
Because I listen
When I try to run away
I slip over it's trapdoor
Leading me into an ocean
I'm so low under the water
I try to swim back up
To reach the shore
But it's so use
IT always wins
IT always gets IT'S way
IT controls me
IT feeds off my dread
But I still listen
Why do I listen...

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