The static like noise returns,
But only for a few seconds.
I'm aware a voice may enter my mind.
Like a parasite entering its host.
It never goes a way.
But I must not defy it for its the closest thing I have.
I need it.
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Static
Poetrya short story in which a person attempts to survive with its own controlling antagonist. - this is my first time writing a book. i would really appreciate constructive criticism. leave a comment and vote; whatever you want. - lowercase intended -
