The voices.
They only came at night.
They bothered her.
Wouldn't let her mind rest,
She was drained of everything.
She was numb to everything.
Waiting for somebody to rescue her from her own prison.
Her mind.
But soon the voices would take over.
And she would be gone.
-s.s.
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Book of poety
PoetryHey guys! So I deleted my previous story, I wasn't feeling up to it, but I am making this book of original poetry. Yes, all of this poetry is mine. I hope you enjoy! And I'll try not to make you cry too much.
