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The Call

How is it am hearing my name in my head? Come to me, come to me, come to me This is consistent am getting disturbed Could it be the angels are calling me for a lunch in heaven? Could it be am getting paranoid when not on steroid? Checking very closely; I found something else. There are voices in my head that don't understand me They keep re-dialling as I refuse to pick their call.

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