she finds hope in the strangest places, she reads her books and she knows the faces of everyone that ever said she's alone .. the coffee is medicine It's hard to remember i've seen it all before, hear the voices in my head .. paranoia paranoia. may range from loss of train of thought, to sentences only loosely connected in meaning .. but monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head.
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