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Endless passageways, filled with dead ends and locked doors. Little girls screaming for love and attention. Countless voices crowding me, mocking me. Blood and pain and hate and fear. Repressed memeories, secret and not-so-secret betrayals. Crossed wires, nothing is where it should be. Distorted mirrors feeding me lies, and mirrors that reflect a truth I cannot bear. Worries of a non-existant future, worries of a non-existant present. Hope and love and faith and all those other things people say exist, but really don't, leaking through my ears and puddling on the ground beneath me. Inside my mind is a place that I wouldn't want to live. Unless it is the candy-coated, drug-induced part that lies to me, and tells me everything is fine. the part that lets me make up non-sensical stories and believe them for just a little while. That part of my mind,
I can almost deal with.
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