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Voices follow me,
seeing things that arn't there,
doubting the truth.

The veil between realities thins,
as I start to doubt my sanity.

Fighting with myself,
and my darkest obsession.

Trying to get by,
the sun's too bright on my face.

The dark is more comfortable,
home to wretches like me.

Cycling again,
always on a rollercoaster.

Angry then depressed,
mad then happy.

Hard to function,
going out of my mind.

Self-medicating,
you hate my moods,
hating this dysfunctional disease.