the noises

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By Acerbated

inside outside and all around they talk to me they want me to self inflict the pain the slicing through flesh and bone until there is none left to cut through but those voices are overcome but another the voice of a friend one single friend not knowing about those other voices yet defeating then none the less until they are slayed dead demised deceased

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