That little voice with all those suggestions

I hate that little voice.

The one that tells me I’m not enough.

The one that tells me I will never make it.

The one that tells me I don’t matter.

The one that tells me I should give up.

The one that tells me I should kill myself.

As long as I never listen…

I can overcome…

Who am I fooling?

No matter how soft.

No matter how quiet.

That voice.

Will always be there.

Whispering.

Suggesting.

Intimating.

Kill yourself.

Kill.

You.

Gone.

Done.

Over.

Kill.

You.

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