Voices

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The voices keep me up at night.

They whisper, scream, and yell.

They make the world all black and white;

They make life a living hell.

They take the fire from my eyes,

The passion from our kiss,

The beauty I so called "have inside,"

And everything I'll miss.

They replace your tongue with vicious snakes

And your gentle words with hammers,

That sends deadly poison through my veins

And leaves my heart in shatters.

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