A touch strange

I hear voices but not what you think. More like whispers really. A buzzing that doesn’t really seem to stop. Almost like my mind is made of glass and someone is stuck inside of it. When it breaks I get locked inside. The voice is in control and boy do they love it.

It can hurt but it is a good kind of hurt. When I am in control is almost seems like it isn’t really me. I can feel things but occasionally it is the othet voice who feels it for me.

These voices are my friends and enemies. They do not want to hurt me but they do. They give me the best nightmares.

I know it doesn’t make any sense but it’s true.

These voice give me choices that leave me in dispair

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