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Apr 2015
There is a small voice
I always hear
Telling me to face my fears

The little voice is changing
It's turning against me
It was meant to save me
But now it will be the end of me
I need saving but no one cares
This little voice haunts my nightmares
The little voice is almost there
It has almost won.
Does anyone care?
Raven
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