I tried to stop talking to the person but, it never worked. I couldn't help myself. I had to talk to them. No, it wasn't because I had to, I just couldn't stop myself from talking to them. It was like my movements weren't my own when they "wanted to talk". It was as natural as breathing. I would be able to walk through a crowded room and everyone else would move out of the way to make me pass. My hands would be in front of me, gesturing at things with their fingers, not making any sound, my words never stopping. But, that didn't make sense... did it? This person was playing with my mind, and I couldn't stop it. It's not like I wanted to though. I just felt so lonely without anyone talking to me anymore. The other kids were too intimidated by me to say anything to me and even when I did tell them they refused to listen. No one would listen. I have gone to deep haven't I, I mean it can be considered to deep when you start talking to the dead...


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