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If it gets too silent I'm all in my head I talk to the friends who've made their beds in my head depression laced anxious waste self-doubt parade suicidal gain a walking talking contradiction made of blood and bones made of flesh and soul Silent I don't like it when I'm alone the windows shudder the mirrors catch every glance every glimpse my water faucet drips. Silent please don't breathe I don't want them to find me please help me escape from the laced dream Silent "He never really leaves" Silent Please someone help me. SILENT