Voices
The power of a voice
Takes awa your choice
In the state of fear
With that loud voice so near
Pounding inside your head
Wishing you were dead
Hoping for the pan to end
Wishing you had a friend
But not everyone is fine
I will never cross that line
To taint someone with this life
Of constant strife
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