17 and still scared

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There are voices in my head and all around me. The voices talk. The voices scream. The voices cry. They are with me when I sleep and when I wake. But why?
You are more than just a wall that over powers me with out stretched arms and a blank stare. No. I write because you respond. I turn to you with every fear every vice
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