The Voice That Isn't Mine
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I used to think the voice in my head was just... me.
But it knows things I don't.
It remembers things I never lived.
And now, it's starting to take control.
It whispers when I'm alone.
It answers when I don't ask.
It laughs when I cry.
They call it my conscience.
I call it "The voice that isn't mine."
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