He's fricken everywhere. I keep seeing him. In the park, outside my window, in the corner of my eye when I'm at the store... I'm losing my mind.
I'm having a psychotic break. He's everywhere, and the whispers... Oh god, the whispers. I never... I'd read about them, but...cripes this is bad. This is really bad. The things that they want me to do...
No. This is crap. I've got to just be going nuts. I need to just ignore it, it will go away. It WILL. It HAS to.
Because right now the voice sounds so good....
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