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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

I have this little voice inside my head

And I never know what it’s saying,

But I can never get it to shut up.

I’d be laying in bed

When all I wanna do is sleep.

And that voice in the back of my head is jabbering on and on and on.

It tells me all the stuff I don’t wanna hear.

I try to shut it off by distracting myself so just for a split second

Theres silence.

But that voice shouts over everyone else

And reminds me why I try to shut it off.

This is the voice that tells me I’ll be better off dead.

This is the voice that tells me no one actually cares about me.

This is the voice that is pulling me under when all I wanna do is rise above it.

But because this voice has a noise.

It wants to be heard.

And how can I get rid of the voice

When it’s the only thing I can hear?


T.L.L.

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