My voice is a hurricane destroying a large city under its finger tips. Its soft as a mouse and can be loud as a emergency alarm. It moves people hearts and makes them smile when their down. makes them laugh out as if they were trying to say something important but forgot it. People smile when they hear my voice, they say its treasure to them, its so important to them they don't want it to get lost. My voice is like the wind blowing in the air, or a volcano about to erupt. It can make a big impression on someone, or leave nothing at all. All voices are different and special in their own way, what makes mine different. It try to speak out for someone else in need, it corrects peoples when their wrong. It calms people when their down, as husky as it may be they smile every time I speak. My voice is something special, and its unique like a pink flower in a meadow of grass. A black sheep in a heard of white sheep, people can tell who's voice is mine. They understand it and say its noticeable. My voice is mine, and its something to keep in mind the next time you meet someone.
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