The voices are speaking,
They're begging me to forget.
I don't know what they're thinking,
Even though they're in my head.
I forgot what is to be forgotten,
But I know that I still know,
Otherwise, I wouldn't be so shaken,
And the pain would cease to grow.
By now, they're surely screaming,
Telling me to comply.
By now, the tears are streaming,
And I can't remember why.
I wish they would stop yelling,
They're making my head ache.
How bad it'll get, there is no telling,
But soon, I'm bound to break.
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