murmurs
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She closes her eyes, takes in a deep breath.
She’s thinking of all the excuses she’ll have to make.
And all the reassuring comments.
“There’s just something in my eye.”
“Yes, I’m sure I’m okay.”
They fill us up with lies
They pull down the blinds
And are the cause
Of our sad demise
These voices and their venom
Slowly poison us to death
And in time we become
