My conscious has a voice he is unafraid to use. In fact he seldom whisper in my ear. More commonly, his is the booming voice that command my whole attention. While he has the best of intentions, his manners leave me uneasy and put me off. He points and swing his orange umbrella roughly to make his point and his hard and hurried taps give me a headache. Makes me want to swat him like a fly but... my conscious he has voice which make me listens. Abet unhappily.
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