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Pretending I’m alone,
In a world gone so cold.
When I’ve still got voices in my head,
Screaming for this misery to end.
But it’s the only thing keeping me alive,
Stopping me from having images collide.
I am the slave of space and time,
Held by chains that will always bind me
To the voices of misery.