She was at crossroads.
All her life, she at least could talk to herself, she had herself on her team,even if the world wasn't.
She had that voice in her head that stood by her...
She had that voice in her head that stood by her...
How was she supposed to live without herself? How was she supposed to steer life without a rudder? That voice in her head, that outspoken headstrong voice, that voice was no longer on her team. That voice was like a cold clammy grip that held her heart in a vice, that clawed out her heart and shred it to ribbons... What use of a fickle broken heart, without the voice to support it?
All through, she had vehemently demanded loyalty, she knew not how to defend her disloyalty. She placed a premium on truth and trust and betrayed it all, because of her silly stupid heart. A silly stupid broken heart. For when the time came to comfort her, the heart broke into a million pieces and pierced every inch of who she was, while the voice in her head stood over laughing.
She is a traitor who deserves every punishment ever.
Her heart deserves to be stomped over, broken twisted and killed. Kill the heart and hang the traitor.
Never again shall words like integrity and loyalty be spoken of, ever. For the voice in the head no longer belongs to her now. She is the enemy and needs to be destroyed.
I, need to be destroyed.
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