I hold tight to my little world
The spinning of the thoughts
I can not see in this darkness
I can hear the voices of many
The voice of my dry tears
The voice of my child hood night terrors
The voice of alone, it has to be this way
The voice of all I can remember
The voice of all I know
I hold on to the security of my voices
They know, they have always known
They are me, for all my time I have had my voices
Around and around we go voices voices voices voices
DungenDona
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