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Until They're Gone

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I see things that aren't there.
"Super powers?" She asked.
No, this is far from super.

I just want to be alone.
"Talk to someone." She said.
What's the point?

I hear things that aren't there.
"Imaginary friends?" She asked.
Well . . . No because they're real.

Nothing's gonna change my world.
"Take your medicine." She said.
I can't just mask this.

I taste and smell things that aren't there.
"Over active imagination?" She asked.
Wish that was the case.

I wish they'd go away.
"I understand." She said
No you don't.

I feel things, no one else feels.
"Insane?" She asked.
I must be.

I don't know what's wrong with me.
"A professional could help." She said.
I'm fine.

There's a radio in my head.
"What's it playing?" She asked
Every station there is.

Don't ever leave me.
"I won't, until they leave you." She said.
Forever.

 

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