"I think people is a bother I don't know why."
That's just one of the voices in my head.
One wants to be loved. One wants to be violated.
I've accepted them all - the strangers in the house.
I'm a narcissist. I'm an innocent child.
Time to flip the page though the chapter's lost.
What do I listen to but excitement in the air,
the receiver - a grey alien floating in a jar.
Voices.
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