Whisper

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The sound of muffled cries and distant voices,
filled the back of my mind with unwanted noise.
Breaking into the walls of my sanity;
destroying my only reason to live.

And then the muffled cries become vivid:
"Die, die, die!" it shouted, echoing through the room of my brain.
It ringed into my ears.
I screamed but I couldn't hear my voice anymore.
The demons I've buried dominated my head.
They scorned me; they mocked at me; they wanted me dead.

I was about to drown myself into the pool of my own misery,
and then there's a whisper; the one that stands above all.
"Live, my child," it gently spoke,
"You won't know what the future will bring."

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