There is some kind of voice in my head who always tells me what to do and what to think. Have you any idea who can it be? Those are those words witch I didn’t told you when I had a chance, those are those thoughts from that day when you left me and those are those things who scares me even on daylight.
And guess what? I m just a prisoner of my own life.
Can you hear it? Someone is talking …again and again and again …
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