Voices In My HeadJanuary 1999 My mother Never knew nothing About life or the voices in my head That whirl around like a hornets' nest or The blackberry colored cloud of despair that tells me to go jump off a cliff I've survived by forgetting The nonsense my mother taught me I've learned those voices are my friends -- Richard K. Anderson
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