(110) Why me?

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It all started when i was about 8 years old, my mother always toldme our family had a gift but i never knew what she ment by it ,up untill i was 15 some strange shit started happening in my life , it started with the whispering i could here people,children,men,women evry now and then especially when im alone i could here it as if it was next to me . As i got older the voices now turnd int figuers in my the coner of my eyes still the whispers would not stop as i can see the figures in the corner of my eye i would jump and look quickly in that direction, somtimes my friends would laughed and said i had turrets but thats just my friends being stupid i guess gweting older and concentrating on the "gift" it grew stronger i could now see this shit head on my first encounter was in my apartment, i heard a voice it wSent the same as the others it was more like a whisper played backwerds like a record , then i saw it as if i.was there a man dressed like he would be in the 1940s 50s he walked out of my room so i followed he went to my dining room but shit got evan worse the whole setting changed im guessing it was his apartment at the time he stood up on the chair and wraped o rope around his neck and hung him self with feer in my heart i suddenly gasped and started crying there was nothing i could do now as a grown ass man i could not comprehend this kind of shit becous i cannot do any thing about it , now with dayly routine walking to work its hard wvery street corner every ally every block has a scean going on , i can see this shit clearly as if im there the streets have very emotional storys to them i can see deths frome all time periods of anything and any where in detail,i dont like it it makes me.sick.seeing grusome deths happen suicide ,murder,rape ,the first time in the street i could not help.but to.vommit while seeing real ghostly figurs stabb a man like a fuckin pice of meat , im scard to go out i look out my window and see figurs geting hit by ghostly cars i cant help it every where i go i wont stop. I cant controll it i wake up to.screams and gunshots but there is nothing there plese someone belp.me i cant take.it any moore ear plugs only silence the whispering but i still.see them so many dead and all the can do.is.talk about it to.me. please stop im done with it leave me alone ...... WHY ME

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