They. Came at midnight. Reduced me to no-thing. The voices in my head
All came from within me.                How could it be any other way?
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                                Every discontent -Ed. Part of me. Wanted to speak. We’ve come to arrest ME. You’VE ignored Us for too long. The personal-ITY S-T-R-U-C-T-U-R-E is
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 based loosely, flimsily Around the I. How absurd that this SOLID seeming You, that’s so real. Can break
D-own all to easily. Chemicals will fix you. Not GOD.           T he Authority. Nor The Angels.
Science knows. Religion is a convenient cru—tch to while away the pain.
To fundamentally explain. There IS nothing, yes, not no-thing but just nothing
There.                                                             .That space was You..
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