just a...

He comes in and here follows others, struggling from Nightmare of dramas and horror, mourning for their dead ones and talking to them. Walking in everyone takes a seat, he talks some shit and then each says goodbye taking some medicines prescription and lots of hope.

How do I tell this people that he is just an any other asshole. Eating their money, playing with their emotions and treating them like a garbage.

I am  in the middle of the room, watching everything but I am bounded not to tell anything because I am unable to speak or tell, shout or cry, I am just here watching people and hearing their disasters. I am still silent and calm like a non-living but the only difference is I feel. I feel their emotions I feel their heartbreak I feel their traumas and I feel their ghost-friends who are by their side. I feel it but I am just a chair.

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