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Tendrils of darkness
Snake around me
Entangling me
In a
Tightening whirlpool of despair

Dreaded voices of old
Clamour in my head
Piercing
Through my sanity

Medusa snake arguments
Writhe
Hissing endlessly
Rattling my brain

Lost
Time

Unknowable gaps of emptiness
Chunks of reality
Stolen
Why wont the voices ever tell me
Where I have been?

I am not
Whole
I am not
Complete
I am not
Myself

Which me am I?
Which of the voices mine?
Am I many?
Or
Are the many me?

With the maddening Gorgon voices
Assaulting my reason
I turn to stone
And pretend to die

Sinking
Quietly
I am NOT.

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