The voice is mine,

Same tone,

Same accent,

Same everything.

Identical.

Yet if the voice is mine,

How come it feels like an attack?

Like a woman possessed I follow its instructions.

It beckons me to darkness and despises all things light.

It is like I have been partitioned into many a different me.

So many Jade’s.

The bad attack the good.

One body.

So many minds.

It’s impossible to decipher which is which.

Who to listen to?

My heads spinning.

Silently shrinking whilst it’s taking full control.

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