Whispers
Voices in the dark of night. She tries not to cry, tries with all her might. Everyday
certain memories flood her mind. Whispers. Whispers that are not so kind. Whispers
that come from a quiet hall, whispers that make her fall. Down into a deep, dark
hole. Where she gives her soul.
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