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selfish

just on the edges of my hearing i've been hearing voices. voices of children that can't be more than 15. i can tell they want to be here just as much as i do. i must be going mad. i've gone and looked into causes of voices in one's head. barring the normal insanity pleas there's identity disorders. taking cursory glances at the symptoms and none of them relate to what i've been experiencing. it's less so separate people in my head but this spiraling mass of hatred and memories. memories that aren't mine. two brains that are trying to wrestle mine down and kill me.

maybe it's selfish to try and wrangle control away from them. if i close my eyes for just a little too long they'll take over and i mentally and physically won't exist anymore. am i possessed?

it can't be an identity disorder. i've had no memory gaps. no losses of self. it's like a worm hollowing me out from the inside.

this isn't real. i've been dreaming this whole time, haven't i? that's why carly's on the foot of my bed saying stuff i cant hear right now. she said herself that she never wanted to see me ecer again this isn't rea.l.

carly do you hear me?

your touch is the most real part of this dream

heehee

you should pinch me