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Under The Rose

Under The Rose

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I hear voices. In my head. Always have done. Its never been anything other than snatches of conversations. Like eavsdropping. I can tune in and out. Its like I'm insane. At least I don't think so. Sometimes I'll hear the name of a place, sometimes exclaimed. Sometimes a voice will say that someone has died. But its never beeen a place I can get to, nor a person that I know. Sometimes I think that if I knew how, I could tune into something or slmeone useful. But I have no idea how. Sometimes, I recognise the voices when others speak to me. Although not many of our paths ever cross. When they do, its never good.
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