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It doesn't matter what I have read
They tell me to do things that I dread
Sometimes I can't get out of bed
Don't even know what they said
These thoughts that can't be brought
Not listening as you ought
Maybe they mean nought
But wouldn't want to get caught
An escape can't be sought
But no escaping the sound of the lead
Will stay with me until I am dead
Such are the voices in my head
About the Creator
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