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I fight against myself


I am fight against myself. My mind, it... It tricks me. A gasp of air, a cry of pain. Horrified, my thoughts of death, alive. My heart bleeds of infected wounds that run so deep, infested is my state of mind. I'm blind Can not find my own reflection! I'm one but two. Silence! Can't hear myself! I fight the voices, thoughts that pierce a soul my soul but I fight against myself. My mind, it... It tricks me.
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