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Another voice than mine makes its way into my voice, a traitor. I stop. Strange. Dismaying. Discouraging. With a word, which was not mine, a voice, also alien, has tried to intervene.
In change is rest.
Another voice than mine makes its way into my voice, a traitor. I stop. Strange. Dismaying. Discouraging. With a word, which was not mine, a voice, also alien, has tried to intervene.
In change is rest.