Noise
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I hear people, Inside my head.
Their mouths don't move, yet they still speak to me.
They don't acknowledge i'm listening, even though i am.
I'm a mind reader, and nobody knows.
Or so I thought....
People are out to get me.
To figure out why i'm so different.
They don't care about me.
Just my brain.
If they find me, they will kill me...
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