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An Existence.

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A broken soul
A shattered memory
Just...
A fragmented memory that you've left to rot
None would understand...





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Exodus

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6/25/2009 12:30:00 PM

I am typing this to create a restore point for myself (or at least one before I lose my mind). I have a few questions to answer and of course... a few answers to give.

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Perhaps my imagination has run wild; I do not know. All that I've confirmed would be the existence the voices in my head, the ringing in my ears and that of the disturbing hallucinations/flashbacks which appear before my eyes. I shout, scream, yell into emptiness, only to realise that I'm stared at for being such a neurotic chap.

I've got migraines - the frequent throbbing/aching types which affect my movement. I've got nerve issues due to those migraines. I haven't got the time to take my medication due to my work. Am I going nuts?

I'm currently keeping the anxiety at bay, but for how long more? What am I thinking? No... I've got to concentrate before anything else happens. But what's making things worse is that I've got to maintain my sanity... No, that's making me insane. Gotta clear my mind of voices, images, whatever...

If you're reading this, do not let me harm you. I can't control my mind the way it used to be...

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Communication is the key.