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it has been a while since my last confession
there are dark things happening in my head, father. there is a screaming that becomes more persistant by the day. the screaming isnt me, she sounds different, but still there is a screaming in my head.
the world falls, father.
every day my world collapses in my head.
and as my world falls, i can see the entire world explode.
sometimes it explodes
sometimes it breaks down
sometimes the streets turn into rivers of blood as the populatation goes insane
there are often riots in my head, father.
sometimes it gets so loud i cannot think
some days i find it hard to go on father.
it is only a little head, after all, and it has to hold so much
there is a girl singing in my head right now father.
she sings of her day, not knowing that it reflects mine
i sometimes wonder if all the girls in here are dead, father
but that way lies madness
i am so close to the edge today, father
i am a little terrified
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