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A crystal clear voice

Echoes in her head

Playing the same message

Like a broken record

She hears it day and night

It tells her to give up

That life isn’t worth the fight


An uninvited guest

It keeps her awake

Dictates her to make

Poor choices against her better judgment

To repeatedly try fatal experiments


It’s permanently etched in her memory

The clarity makes it practically hallucinatory

She feels like a victim

Of demonic-possession

The voice seems so real and concrete

But confiding in him only aggravated his grief

So, she chooses to remain discreet


A crystal clear voice

Echoes in her head

It says life is no joyride

You know you want to die

And so it continues to plan her suicide