* A short piece based on "Endings" by Garth Nix and a forum post *~~~
I have two voices in my head.
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One screams at me and tells me that I'm worthless:
But she cradles me in my darkest and most miserable hours.
But she cradles me in my darkest and most miserable hours.
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The other is mostly silent but always lingering:
And in those dark hours, she'll whisper my worst fears.
And in those dark hours, she'll whisper my worst fears.
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Typically, they'll never agree:
Except for the fact that I'm not worth loving.
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Except for the fact that I'm not worth loving.
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* Image by LuNar-doLLz (DeviantART) *
Amazing how the mind distorts the mind! Sometimes when life deals a strike, then other darker thoughts seem to gather around...like a feeding frenzy of the moment! An interesting little poem!
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