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Voices (Bad)
Some sounds should muted, forever. Tuned out completely. Because they serve no purpose other than to destroy.
The voices
They won't stop talking
Mouthing nothing but lies
Don't listen to them
“I hate everything about you”
“So, why should anyone love you?”
That's not true
“You don't belong here, or anywhere”
“Why should I accept you?”
That's not true
It’s a lie
“You don't have any value”
“What are you trying to prove?”
That's not true
Don't listen to them
“You're always in the way!”
That's not true
Don't listen
“You're so annoying!”
That's Not True
“I wish I didn’t have to see you.”
Stop talking
Make it stop
Every word
Every thought
Every feeling
Make it stop
About the Creator
Josh Morgan
I began writing as a means of expressing creativity, relieving stress, and venting emotions. I mention my daily battle with mental health a lot, I hope it is relatable and inspiring to readers, as writing is something I'm passionate about.
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