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it's taunting me,

and it's telling me that i'll never be good enough.

it tells me that i'm selfish

and that i'm a failure.

i try to scream,

i kick walls,

i bleed,

but nothing ever stops

the harsh whispers

in my head.


the voices; h.k

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