

WhispersSubmitted to: STRIDE MagazineWhispers
Talk. Sob. Yell. Sing. Mumble. Hum.
Anything to coat the whispers of ghosts you pretend to not notice. They linger and walk around inside your cranium, almost imitating your Friday nights spent cloistered in your Brooklyn apartment watching movies about a guy who meets a girl, loses the girl, then reclaims her love at the end. You tell yourself that's exactly how it's going to happen; that's how you how you'll meet your dream girl. But your ghosts speak the truth. They tell you otherwise.
Lately, the voices are becoming more annoying and soon their whispers turn into
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....self doubt is the artist's depression...
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your ordinary girl ATTRACTS men. i BEWILDER them. that's the BIG difference
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