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Do you hear that? I can never make them out. They are subtle and shy. Soft and uneven. They tangle together and crawl into my mind, hoping to drive me to insanity. Shhhh! I can't tell what they are saying... They float and drift.
They are the Whispers.
Inserting themselves into every day conversation. I can never get rid of them. I try to silence them. But they never quit. Here they are. Please run. Otherwise you could hear them. And hearing them is...It is...unwise.
For they would tear you apart. Thought by thought. Ripping you until all that's left is a shredded mystery that even the coroner would wonder what had happened. So please stay away or they will infect you. The Whispers are inside of me.
They eat a part of me every day. Taking away any and all surpassing will. I hope you can forgive me for being controlled by them. For the Whispers are everywhere including the inside. I am twisted and I feel numb.
Shhh...I...can finally...hear what....they are...saying...
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"You're fat."
"You're ugly."
"Weirdo."
"Fag."
"I can't stand you."
"Whore."
"Slut."
The Whispers have eaten me alive. I feel empty. They took away everything good inside of me. I can barely breathe.
Now that I can hear them, I finally see. The Whispers are ugly. They have forced me to not care. To take a deep and dark dive into a blood filled red sea.
I no longer breathe.
They are the Whispers.
Inserting themselves into every day conversation. I can never get rid of them. I try to silence them. But they never quit. Here they are. Please run. Otherwise you could hear them. And hearing them is...It is...unwise.
For they would tear you apart. Thought by thought. Ripping you until all that's left is a shredded mystery that even the coroner would wonder what had happened. So please stay away or they will infect you. The Whispers are inside of me.
They eat a part of me every day. Taking away any and all surpassing will. I hope you can forgive me for being controlled by them. For the Whispers are everywhere including the inside. I am twisted and I feel numb.
Shhh...I...can finally...hear what....they are...saying...
.
.
.
.
.
.
"You're fat."
"You're ugly."
"Weirdo."
"Fag."
"I can't stand you."
"Whore."
"Slut."
The Whispers have eaten me alive. I feel empty. They took away everything good inside of me. I can barely breathe.
Now that I can hear them, I finally see. The Whispers are ugly. They have forced me to not care. To take a deep and dark dive into a blood filled red sea.
I no longer breathe.
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The message you conveyed here is a good one; it's quite true that whispers of scorn such as these are some of the worst.
You did have some grammar errors in this piece; for the most part, they were just small ones such as capitalization or punctuation mistakes. Nothing a quick proofreading couldn't fix.
All in all, good work!
*TheFinalHikari
Founder of #Writers--club, #LandoftheSky, and #Live-Love-Write
The message you conveyed here is a good one; it's quite true that whispers of scorn such as these are some of the worst.
You did have some grammar errors in this piece; for the most part, they were just small ones such as capitalization or punctuation mistakes. Nothing a quick proofreading couldn't fix.
All in all, good work!
*TheFinalHikari
Founder of #Writers--club, #LandoftheSky, and #Live-Love-Write