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Not my time

I see people that can not be seen I hear voices but don't know what they mean Looking for the answers Researching my dreams The voices keep shouting "We're inside your head" So much noise I'd be better off dead Lifting up the revolver A gentle squeeze of the trigger BANG one shot BANG Two shot BANG,BANGThree shot four Blank after Blank I can't take much more.

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