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The Voice



The Voice
She questioned who she was talking to,
because this voice sounded familiar.
The phrases that they didn't mean,
were phrases that another voice meant.

It sounded like the voice that made her feel special, but then caused her to feel worthless.
 like the voice that created smiles, but then helped her cut her wrists
like the voice that gave her a reason not to cry, and then became the reason why she still cries.
like the voice that said "I'll be your best friend", and then eventually said "good-bye."

It reminded her of that voice,
that left her to deal with this pain alone.
The voice that started everything,
The voice that broke her heart first...

-Belle Rose

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  1. AnonymousFebruary 8, 2013 at 10:38 PM

    Wow I forgot how you could give your thoughts a voice

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