Gained by age
Lost over time
One at birth
Two as a child
 With three we call strange
Add a fourth soon to go insaine
Upon a fifth, it begins to split
Enter the sixth you see what I am
Watching the seventh reality no longer applys
Listening to the eighth Me becomes We
As nine aproches all hell is lose
Beyond that there is no use
For I am well beyond that
and so is the rest
my lives
my worlds
my personalities

January 12, 2005

"When is the point of insanity when you have 9 voices
saying differant things to you?"

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