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I don't want to leave. Not really.

But I keep hearing the voices telling me to Come and Stay.

I am not comfortable where I am right now. I probably wasn't ever comfortable. But that doesn't mean I have to trust the voices. I know they don't have my best interests at heart. But they keep calling me. They sing to me while I sleep.

They tell me I can come Home.

They tell me that I am lost, and I am in the Darkness, and that the only way I will ever find the Light is if I Listen to Them.

There are no clear paths through the woods. I tried to walk through the brush, but I slipped, and fell, and tore my favorite arm.

The biggest problem is that I can see it now.

All I have to do is not look, and Visions tell me Everything that I Never wanted to Know. Faith is gone. How can Faith exist when I am so Certain?

I can't wait to Listen

I don't want to leave. Not really. But I keep hearing the voices telling me to Come and Stay. I am not comfortable where I am right now. I probably wasn't ever comfortable. But that doesn't mean I have to trust the voices. I know they don't have my best interests at heart. But they keep calling me. They sing to me while I sleep. They tell me I can come Home. They tell me that I am lost, and I am in the Darkness, and that the only way I will ever find the Light is if I Listen to Them. There are no clear paths through the woods. I tried to walk through the brush, but I slipped, and fell, and tore my favorite arm. The biggest problem is that I can see it now. All I have to do is not look, and Visions tell me Everything that I Never wanted to Know. Faith is gone. How can Faith exist when I am so Certain? I can't wait to Listen

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I am the brick in the head
I am the man who throws the brick at the head
I am the man who watches the man who throws the brick at the head

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I am the Brick. I threw it at his head, I am a prick, I know what I just said,

Frosty asked me to undress, Silly, I though, as I found myself a mess, But,

My dick was hanging long, My Dong was Hanging Strong, And, Fuck Frosty.

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The comment you're replying to is a sophisticated poetry joke. You and probably everyone else on Poal probably wouldn't get it, but I guarantee you it would get laughs at any university English dept.

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Wait

Fuck you