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dante's inferno has got nothing on meI've spent time in the psych wardsa forever in therapyso many drugsand none of them can cure methe vivid images I seeand the voice I don't ownare my friends and my enemiesotherwise I am mostly alonetoo overwhel
who am i today? a disarray of traits to have and things to be. this is a game i play over and over - unravelling the me that came that's new from yesterday.