Guess I was wrong.

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Left completely alone, I struggle to tell reality and lie apart.

The voice in my mind grows so strong and loud, no thoughts and songs can overpower it. I try to scream, to sing, to make sounds and everything that comes to mind, but nothing works.

No matter how hard I try, it’s not backing down. Even when I plead with it to stop, to release me or find a compromise to coexist - it doesn’t agree to anything I offer.

“Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me.” It repeats over and over again.

I have no idea how, but the voice is managing to alter my understanding of reality - the scenarios it reads, the images it shows, I can’t fully process it all before the next round starts.

The more information is piled on me, the more I struggle. Even breathing proves to be harder than it usually is.

“Than, where are you? I need you, dad, please,” I force the words through gritted teeth and drop to my knees. My hands slide in my hair and tug on it, as if I need to rid myself of the hai