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I haven’t been sleeping well. The voices of my mom and step-dad are in my head late into the night. Always talking about me. Always determining my fate.
“She knows Donna!”
“She doesn’t know Bob!”
What I do or do not know is always up to question in my mind. My most common delusion being that some kind of draining entity is attatched to me that brings everyone down from a state of happiness I’d call Heaven. The whispers never go away. When I hear “She doesn’t know” it meant that
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