Sometimes, the voices looming all around me become too great, become to loud. Sometimes, there's this great weariness that I cannot overcome, yet it is taking over me piece by piece.
Everyone telling me what to do, their voices becoming shouts of anger, their remarks becoming pain.
Lack of inspiration, words that won't come out of my mind, art that won't become lively.
Just piles of memories,
Trying to be remembered.
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