The high-pitched voice.
That's what people know me as.
But there's much more people don't know.
People are using me.
They start sucking the life out of me.
They make fun of me.
They don't understand what I'm going through.
I am the second most common.
But finally I escape.
I'm outside.
I realize my destiny.
Why must this happen?
I want it back.
I can't think straight
I'm as high as a kite.
There's not enough of me left.
I can't pull through.
Now, I'm spiraling out of control.
I don't know which direction to go.
I can't control myself.
I've finally lost all control.
I've hit a "bump in the road".
But it's more than that.
I'm dead inside.
No longer living.
**
I originally had this in a different book but thought it would fit better in this one. I wrote it a little bit ago so don't judge.
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