(4/16/17)

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i used to love playing football in my backyard as a kid.

talking to family, friends on the other side of the fence. my mother then walked up to me and asked, “who are you talking to?”

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i was confused. i ended up telling her i was talking to my friends. she then responded “but… there’s nothing there.”

but there was, there were other kids talking to me. they were standing right there. she proceeded to walk away.

stupid mother, my friends were right there. its like they were completely invisible to her.

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when dinner was ready, i came inside to eat. we ended up having spaghetti, and i love spaghetti. especially the meatballs

that my mom makes when she cooks it. when i was finally done with my food, i went outside again to talk to my friends.

they were still there, like they were waiting for me.

i walked up to them. only to notice they fell silent. anything i said to them they never responded back.

the only thing they uttered was “we are dead.” over and over, and over again.

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that was the moment i realized, something was wrong with me.