I tried to watch some TV today. That blasted Child just sat in the corner staring at me all day, smirking. She's even watching me now as I write this.
Today I saw her as being the ugly beast she is, but what of tomorrow?
The Voice spoke to me again.
It told me that I needed to have a set purpose, and to concentrate on that. That is apparently what she takes away, your sense of purpose. After, of course, destroying your life. With everything else gone, all you have is her.
As long as I hold onto my sense of purpose, I can remain strong against her. In fact, those were the final words of the Voice to me: "Stay strong."
Purpose. What purpose? What can be the purpose that I strive for and hold onto steadfastly against this demon?
I've got it: my purpose can be to destroy these things. (Even though they're already supposed to not exist.) I just have to figure out how.
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i hear voices too
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but can you hear them for what they really are? the whispers and murmurs tell me tales of turns, tales trusts broken and plans cut wide open. will you listen to the voices? or will you ignore them like me and retreat into the forest?
the girl smiles and sings, an angel without wings
What?
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