Thoughts written down,
Blots of ink on a page.
A slur in the mouth
That escapes with no sound.

Senses are dull,
Vision blurred,
Touch is fuzzy.
But close your eyes
And you know you'll feel

Be quiet,
Listen now.
The voices are loud
In your head.
Yes, they spread.

Can you hear?
Oh, no dear.
That's just
my thoughts.

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