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I drafted this poem but also got help from AI, please enjoy.

VOICES

It’s a silent night—yet the crickets chirp, the toads croak,
a steady pulse beneath the dark.
But inside, voices swell,
gnawing at the edges, tearing me apart.

I tell myself I’m happy, or at least I pretend.
It’s always been this way, just me and these voices,
urging me to end it all, whispering I’m not enough.

If I could just listen, would it bring me peace?
Would the monster inside fade, and slip quietly away?
Would I finally feel whole, or is this silence
all I’ll ever know?

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