Voices

Sometimes I am overwhelmed by voice. The voices around me are so loud that I cannot decipher my own. I can’t breathe. I can’t see. I reach blindly in the darkness enfeebled, yet frantic, until I brush against an inkling of self. I seize it and I hold on with all my might.

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