She was a young girl,
maybe seventeen.
She had a desire,
a taste for the stage.
She had a voice...
Squirm, Beg
Move, Dance.
It always whispered in her
ear.
For months she fought.
She collapsed.
She screamed.
The voice screamed back.
NO, this is all wrong!
The whisper grew louder,
filled her ears.
Squirm, Beg,
Move, Dance.
For another few months she battled
She pulled
She fought.
The voice fought back.
This time it won.
She gave in...
She squirmed
She begged.
The voice didn't stop
it continued...
Dance, Dance, Dance...
The chants wouldn't cease
She danced.
She danced across the stage
She danced into her mind.
The voice didn't stop...
Welcome to Insanity
The whispers died.
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