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The voice

It always starts so subtle, benign, almost like a genius thought crossing my mind.
The crazy.
A beat in the back so soothing. I bob my head to no music.  what a shame what a shame.
My insane.
And a voice that starts, so soothing so soothing... no matter how kind, I’m losing.
Crumble...
He is speaking as though he were me. this voice in my head can’t help listening.
He talks with such knowing, of me and it is unsettled, stiffening.
Kind and sufficient in what he is saying, but i am the only one.
Crazy
The music is incredible, strumming in my mind and it plays and plays you will find,
only for me, it plays only for me.
and I am sad, it makes me sad, oh i need balance,
I need balance, what else could i have....

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