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To the Inner Voice

Dear Inner Voice,

It’s me, your vessel, your ship which you direct. I don’t know what to think about you, how to perceive you. You’ve just always been there, for as long as I remember being conscious.

One moment you scream, and in the next, you are as sweet as a lullaby. Sometimes you lift me from the deepest and darkest pits. Sometimes you encourage me to jump right back into them.

You’re just there. Mostly there, but sometimes I have to look for you everywhere only to find you nowhere. You’re mysterious dear inner voice. You’re mysterious. I can only observe you but never truly understand your metaphoric presence, your ephemeral permanence.

Toward your mystery, your courage, and your company, I’m grateful.

Your Projection

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