Whispers
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There are voices in my head.Thoughts that are filled with darkness.They are passing through each other.Each one has their own purpose.Racing to the finish line.Faces tainted with blood.Like whispers, they echoed in my mind.Their cries are heard even from afar.In the darkness they hide, in the darkness, they spread.They are the whispers of the evil.
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