Inside my head I'm nothing but dead,
But outside my head, I'm not living.
I hear things, I see things
Today that's called insanity.
But I'm not insane.
Not like them.
It's funny.
I have them.
But I can't talk to them.
I can't see them.
Not like they can.
I see them enough to sentence them.
After they are in the book.
They disappear,
Just like that.
Than they follow, they follow me.
But no one can sense them.
No one can see them.
No one knows their stories.
I hear their stories in a dead silence.
I see them but I don't see them.
It's weird.

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