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Um, a voice is alive and breathing inside of my head. like a caged rabbit, she is attempting to dig her way out. she is uncovering and surfacing, moving around my thoughts, fighting for a chance to emerge from the void. yes, there is a void chewing and eating my things, twisting the words and thoughts to its likeness, spilling out untruths. the void likes to rearrange my experiences by barreling the senses and hoarding pleasure. i don’t like to dwell on the ramifications. i prefer to ponder the inclination. as far as i know the voice exists and is aware of my own existence. i take up most of the space. finally, i put her out. she can reside here.

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