In the depths of my soul, a symphony resounds,
A chorus of whispers, where silence confounds.
"The voices in my mind," they gently declare,
Unveiling the secrets that only I share.

Each voice, a fragment, a facet of my being,
In this labyrinth of thoughts, I find their meaning.
Some speak of love, a tender melody so sweet,
Others whisper fears, an echo of retreat.

The first voice whispers dreams, like soft caresses,
Whispering of possibilities, where hope coalesces.
It paints visions of worlds beyond my sight,
Guiding me through darkness, to embrace the light.

Then comes a voice of doubt, an unwelcome guest,
Its words like shadows, a haunting unrest.
It questions my choices, my worth, and my might,
But I strive to silence it, and forge my own light.

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