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What is this? I feel something... It is so angry, yet it speaks to me. Others from the past held this power, yet I let them return to where they came. New voices, new words, but what can these new voices create that the others no longer hold? There was a time when I thought I was in control. The rage had yet to force change, to end the situations that plagued me. So much pain, how do they know? Their pain, it soothes, their fear, it calms, and their rage mearly serves to reflect myself. Yet, neither I nor the voices seem to find those precious answers. The emotions rage and flow, come and go. The charge I recieve is almost divine, yet the voices wax demonic. Such contradictions; I should do this more often. |
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