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Voices

Usually my Jennifer is sunny, filled with white light.

I have an illness that sets in.

And the clouds that appear during my sick mania are ominous.

Telling of the storm brewing in my head.

Thunder a warning: Don't dare listen to the voices Jennifer, they are liars.

Grumbling voices speaking lightning flashes of insanity.

Altering objectivity and judgement.

The aftermath blues, down and dirty isolation.

My God how quick Sunny white does become pitch black.


(comp entry what color is your rain)
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
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