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- Cyril Bobadilla
- Oct 20, 2018
- 1 min read

The difference between black and white
The border between sanity and insanity
It rose, it morphed
It spoke to me
It's there, waiting, growing
This formless entity is consuming whats left in thee
With a face of a thousand voices, it speaks
A hollow statement cripples me
It saw me
It told me
It knows me
It made me
Get out of my head
Get out of my head
Get out of my head
Before I do what is not right
And forget what is not wrong
I beg to differ
I am not
It whispered
You are
Fearing the unknown.
What lurks from within continues to grow
"I am you. And you are me."
The face inside is right beneath the skin
Anger, wrath, anxiety, rage
Who are you to control me?
I spoke to thee
You are not me
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