Delete delete delete. The songs go away. The notes go somewhere else. The voices stop singing. I can't hear them, my fingers are in my ears, and I'm running around yelling. Like when I was a kid. When I thought the devil wanted my soul. But the devil doesn't exist. All that is is what is right now. My garbage can overflows and I hear the click click removal of memories and sounds. No backup.

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