Voices
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Screams. Whispers. There are voices in our minds, the quiet, brewing, dangerous type. Let's go hear them, bit by bit. It may be painful, it may be fun. Probably something both and neither. Why not give this a try?
You'll never know.
My world is messed up.
So am I.
That's why I'll be writing sheep I do and think to vent, rant and vent some more. :D
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