"Voices and shadows"
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🌻Being young hiding the fact you can hear voices making you go crazy because you can't go to your family about it with the lack of attention.
🌻Fighting the urge to cry because you can hear things you can't see and never can run to anybody cause of the focus on your oldest sibling is crazy.
🌻Sometimes it make you seem crazy to where you look around trying to find who's calling you just to see a tall shadow staring At you and walking off.
🌻Tap into my world as to why pain meds help me suppress the voices because at the end of the day hearing things can make you go crazy.
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