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                             (Brandons POV)

Get out of my fucking head! Leave me alone. Go away! Go away! You are not real "oh but we are very real, you can't do anything about us" (nothing)
Now do it! "CUT, CUT!" (DEEPER) I take the knife and draw it across my skin, a sharp pain now growing on my arm. blood runs down my arm and drips into the sink. The voices disappear and I am left with what I've done. Why can't they just leave me alone? Why do they make me do this?

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