Your Ventriloquist

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I was speaking but the words didn’t actually belong to M-E. It’s not that I don’t feel those words but that the emotion was sparked by another who was truly pulling my strings. For, suddenly I realized that what I was saying and feeling looked into their mirror not my own. There continuous drumbeat stirred my heart faster then the one in my body as I realized resistance was futile. For they were the ventriloquist and I was just their puppet.

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