At age 14, I lost all hope in this world.
There was no reason, except for a voice.
It digs deep into my soul.
Shadowing the happiness.
Haunting the lonely nights.
I want to believe, there's good in the world,
But the voice whispers.
Hisses.
It refuses to let me believe.
Nobody can help me now.
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My Life's a Fermata
General FictionMy world was never silent little noses in little corners haunting my dreams Changing me Becoming me