Open up,
He whispers,
Let away your fears.

Don't worry,
She comforts,
Just close your eyes and trust.

Come here,
His arms open wide,
Please, come to me.

It'll be fine,
She patronizes,
It'll be just fine.

Too many voices.
Repeated in thoughts.
Too much of them lies.

So where do I go from here?
To a place devoid of lies.
A place empty of you.

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A/N
Again, only a poem. I am alive though, how amazing is that? And I have been writing, not that I can guarantee many of you would really like the new turn of my writing. It is there though.