Michael Louis Monologue

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My mind found it difficult to comprehend on what has just happened, yes, I Michael Louis has just sold my soul, I remember the conversation was short and blunt.
“are you sure” he said
“yes, I’m sure”
And with that it was gone, the only thing I truly possessed no longer belonged to me.
This all happened three months ago.
I felt I had my body emptied and the feelings were more than being lost or trapped. He took my soul and cut my heart into pieces at the same time I couldn’t feel it he filled this empty void with the promises of wealth he had made me, it was sensational for a while, though later money was slipping through my hand faster than grains of sand, and slowly this ‘empty void’ was becoming empty. I was a hollow shell, like a snail had abandoned its home to find a better one but it never did,
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Fear clench my heart, my throat, words fumbled as they struggled to form at the tip of my tongue suffocating me. I was drawn in this endless fear, endless darkness. My blood froze. the fear slowly claws at me. engulfing me. I won't be able to survive this long in this endless dark nightmare where sombre portraits of myself penetrated my very being. I couldn’t help but feel that he was whirling around in the back of my mind, creating an impulse to turn around and see, but every corner was an empty space. I tried to track his path
And when he appeared in line of my sight, he seemed surprised that I detected him. But, how could he not know? I felt him; all the time he thought he was hidden.
I looked glancing nervously, My eyes were often red underneath with dark circles forming beneath them from countless sleepless nights.
Finding my voice I try to make my panic lack as the corners of mind deceive me.
How could he leave me cold and exhausted in a drab and hopeless heap on the floor? I stayed where I sat to tired and worn out to move as I wept for the fellow man that has become dead to

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