Where do these words come from, so effortlessly?
Since birth I've felt like a slave to others lives.
I fear that when I close my eyes at night, the spirits of those that have passed, enter my body. Their lives absorb into my subconscious and that's where the inspiration comes from.
A spirits Sophie's Choice; wander the earth, alone and depressed from death, or decide to inspire and live-on inside another.
What will happen to the souls that have attached themselves to me when I go? Some call me a fearful psychotic.
I refuse to hide behind closed doors and admit my innocence. No woman, nor man, is free from past transgressions.
Are you there God, it's me Sophie?
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