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And then it sets in that it's voices in my head. Demons I knew that was bound to keep me dead. Metal chain of the anchor around my body, tight. The main focus is to be attached until I see the light. Sacred darkness of its sadistic nature to kill me. Pleasures of drowning is a sight for it to see. Leaving me behind to intake the liquid invasion. The voices; loud to deal me into a death persuasion. The bond with an unknown source is like a deal with the devil. I'm lost in a mystical place at sixteen feet below sea level. Just breathe. It's what the voices seethe. I find myself unable to ease. I'll even beg on my knees. But silence, darkness and on edge. All along there was a ledge. Why the fuck am I playing dead? Playing with these voices in my head?
Let me out.
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