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Voices, voices
everywhere in the wind, in my head calling out, mocking me laughing at my pain. Voices fill the room everywhere I go in the shower, in the bed, at the store, in my head; teasing and taunting, filling the room leaving me gasping, begging for air. Everywhere voices following my every move criticizing and tormenting everything I do. Voices, voices in my head sounds of strangers, sounds of you watching everything I do convincing me I'm wrong, that I'm not good enough. Voices, voices echoing in my head, Filling up every space, pushing me to the brink, farther in the darkness. Drowning in a black sea of voices.
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