Too many voices inside my head
Too many hopeful whispers, torn screams
Too many faces, too many sights
Visions of past and future and current rush to my sight
Like the blood in my veins, all these people are me
Parts of who I was, who I am, who I wanted to be
They won't let me go and in secrecy,
I embrace them as I sink further in my destined fate
Lower we
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