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The darkness seizes my mind and The Chanters begin To come out from the shadows they hide within. The Chanters take hold of my soul. Once again I have lost control. "Leave me alone," I beg. "go away!" "You will listen," they hiss. "to what we say!" I cover my ears to drown out their cries I will not listen to The Chanters lies "I am not crazy; this cannot be I am normal, why can't you see? You are not real, none of this is true!" "Then who," The Chanters ask "Are you talking to?"
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