The Schizophrenic
That voice!
I hear something
but, what is it.
Its been telling me
things that I
do not want to
do because its
frightening me.
Yes mother, I will
try to pick up those
toys off the floor.
But where on earth
is she? Where are those
toys? They are gone.
My word, what is happening
to me and my imagination?
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