Wilted voices

I’ve had voices in my head telling me what to do; what’s right and wrong. But that has ended a long time ago. My mine’s a fog and I keep stumbling to the roots that are clawing their way to get me.

There are times when courage is just spilling out from me and I regret whatever decision I make after that. It makes me want to crawl back into my little hiding spot and be a machine; Emotionless and working up to expectation.



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