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I was scared at first. The voice started drifting in slowly. It crept in and dimmed the shining lights that kept me bright and shiny. Such as the morning fog consumes the mountains was the voice in my mind. I was scared at first, but no longer. The dark thoughts are constant and persistent but no longer worry me. It is hard to find a light when I am trapped by all these shadows. What scares me now is not the voice itself but is the fact that I have fallen in love with it.
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Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 12:26 AM UTC
The Voice
I was scared at first. The voice started drifting in slowly. It crept in and dimmed the shining lights that kept me bright and shiny. Such as the morning fog consumes the mountains was the voice in my mind. I was scared at first, but no longer. The dark thoughts are constant and persistent but no longer worry me. It is hard to find a light when I am trapped by all these shadows. What scares me now is not the voice itself but is the fact that I have fallen in love with it.
What happens when you fall in love with your most toxic thoughts? You no longer seek help because you love the darkness.
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flamingogirl
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Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 12:26 AM UTC
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