#153 Affirmations for "I Have A Voice"

I have a voice It speaks my story, my experience, my life. It doesn’t sound like anyone else’s voice. It doesn’t speak anyone else’s words. It speaks my voice. My voice, my words. My life. I once thought it was supposed to sound like everyone else's, But it isn’t. It’s supposed to sound like mine, because it is... 

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I have a voice. I have a voice. I have a voice. It speaks my story, my experience, my life. It doesn't sound like anyone else's voice. It doesn't speak anyone else's words. It speaks my voice, my voice. My words, my life. I once thought I was supposed to sound like everyone else. But my voice isn't supposed to sound like everyone else's. It's supposed to sound like mine because it is. I once thought it was supposed to say what everyone else wanted to hear. But it isn't. It's supposed to say what I want to hear. I once thought it was supposed to be everyone else's, but it isn't. It's supposed to be mine. My voice. I have a voice. It is mine, all mine. Sometimes people like my voice, sometimes they don't. Either way, it's my voice. It's the one which has been with me through thick and thin. And it's the one who will stay with me till the end. My voice. It's a thing of wonder, really. The ability to create sound from air and communicate the things I need to say. To communicate. How marvelous is that? To shed a little light upon what's inside me by communicating it outside, all through my voice. My voice, I have a voice, and it's amazing what it can do. It can speak and sing and cry and laugh and cheer and scream and weep and even be silent. All these things my voice can do and all for me. I can do all these amazing things for me. And when I want, when I choose, my voice can do these things for other people too. I can share my voice when I want, how I want. And I get to choose because it's my voice. It lives inside me. It stays with me always. And it's my voice. Only mine. And only it can speak the truth that I hold inside me. Others can help, but only my voice can speak my truth to the depths of the wellspring inside me. My voice. I have a voice. It is precious. So precious that its power is uncountable. The power of any voice is immeasurable. The power of my voice is a gift. It's one I choose to open and close. It's one I choose to keep and share. It's one that I choose. I choose my voice. My voice is a choice, an immeasurable choice. My voice is a choice an immeasurable choice. I have a voice. I have a voice. I have a voice. It speaks my story, my experience, my life. It doesn't sound like anyone else's voice. It doesn't speak anyone else's words. It speaks my voice. My voice. My words, my life. I once thought it was supposed to sound like everyone else's, but it isn't. It's supposed to sound like mine, because it is. I once thought it was supposed to say what everyone else wanted to hear, but it isn't. It's supposed to say what I want to hear. I once thought it was supposed to be everyone else's, but it isn't. It's supposed to be mine. My voice. I have a voice. It is mine. All mine. Sometimes people like my voice, sometimes they don't. Either way, it's my voice. It's the one which has been with me through thick and thin. And it's the one who will stay with me till the end. My voice. It's a thing of wonder, really, the ability to create sound from air and communicate the things I need to say. To communicate how marvelous is that. To shed a little light upon what's inside me by communicating it outside, all through my voice. My voice, I have a voice, and it's amazing what it can do. It can speak and sing, cry and laugh, cheer and scream, weep, and even be silent. All these things my voice can do and all for me. I can do all these amazing things for me. And when I want, when I choose, my voice can do these things for other people too. I can share my voice when I want, how I want. And I get to choose because it's my voice. It lives inside me, it stays with me always. It's my voice, only mine. And only it can speak the truth I hold inside me. Others can help, but only my voice can speak my truth to the depths of the wellspring inside me. My voice, I have a voice, and it is precious, so precious that its power is uncountable. The power of any voice is immeasurable. The power of my voice is a gift. One I choose to open and close. One I choose to keep and share. One I choose. My voice is a choice, an immeasurable choice. My voice is a choice an immeasurable choice.