The Voices

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Thoughts of death haunt me everyday,

How can I kill myself in so many cruel ways?

I wish someone can save me,

The monsters are scaring me,

Whispers in my ear, reminding me of the person I used to be,

And the failure I am now,

Please stop everything,

Leave me be,

If the voices are gone,

Maybe I will finally be able to breath.

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