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"Setting the Scene"
I was living the life, some way or another, up to when I did my first year in college.  Music Literature required too many library visits and I got behind in memorizing my major instrument, as I was in 21 credit hours.  They added the Music Literature that year.  Somehow, I got called to the office, probably for my singing class or teacher gossip, and they said I was too shy to keep up the singing and Music Education and to just major in organ, which didn't sound like there was as much in it.  I told other people what happened, but no help there.  I had a big scholarship at a top college.  It had everything I needed it seemed, even a ballet minor I was in.  I ended up going home, supposedly also was a recommended sabbatical, but am seen as a college drop out, it feels.

Secret Messages
Everyone kept clean from a guilty conscience by not interacting with me directly but symbolically telling me my teacher from the singing class was monitoring me in private all my waking hours.  They even kept a door closed to one room often, symbolically saying she was there.  When a hurricane hit, I went to college up north and had to go home because I was falling behind etc.  I was hearing voices there.  Now, my life was all back to normal except ruined.  I lost my singing voice and didn't have good access to an organ and lost my real piano, staying in an apartment then with my family.  I've lived in a total of 4 apartments with my family and 2 being in this area and 6 college dorms.

"That's too much."
I ended up living with my parents for 11 years not going anywhere.  1st, I stayed in my room and posted online not seeing people much at all, but then I started going out with my dad after like 3 years, to the movies and things.

"In Trouble" "for No Reason"
Ever since I came home from college and the secret messages stopped, everyone was acting so mean to me secretly.  I wasn't able to succeed and at the same time was hearing voices.  I went back to my old college after the one up north, and then the noises hurt me.

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