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My friends rattle the noises in my head. Keep my brain on when I should be asleep or dead.   My friends are the panic in the air, always there when there's no despair. My friends dig up the regrets, bring and unload the worst feelings in my once stable bed. 

I simply smile and nod my head. 

Fear is my constant friend. Dwelling on the vessels that I won't put to rest. I fill them with ideas on reality. Send them out like fertile seeds. Paranoia is my friend. It comes around often to play with my head. 

Seeding the bad thoughts, tumbling down. The years of insomnia tore this boy down. Shivering in the sheets of lucid reality. Cracked vessel of a once ambitious being. Clawing to the surface in a painful sea. Living in my body with the enemy. I''m living in a body on knifes as far as I can see. Getting better is cutting at me.
 
  Gotta keep the stop signs coming up. For every time my mind isn't distracted. Gotta keep throwing away old friends. Every thought I chase in a maze. Never sure if I’ve gone completely insane. 

  Fear is my friend. I shook its hand and it wont leave. It sits and stares from the corners of my lips. About to cry or scream. Overwhelmed by my own enemy. 
I simply smile and nod my head. 
Living on an icy sea.
Getting better is cutting at me.

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