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I've been here for  way to long. My salty sweat drips down my face as I rethink all of my decisions.  

I've been here for my entire life. People call me crazy, waiting for me to crack, but little do they know I'm completely fine. My son bring me joy, he's the only reason I stayed sane after the event that left me to rot alone in this  penitentiary. They say I committed a murder? The only thing I murdered was  my self doubt. 

They said I killed my boyfriend  on our anniversary  but they're wrong, I'm innocent.

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46 year old mum Ella has been in the mental hospital for over 30 years now, some say she has lost it, some are still waiting for her to crack.   She gets released for a few  years and gives birth to a sweet boy. On his 16th birthday he visits her back the mental institution as she is very sick. The last words that she said to him as : " I'm not as crazy as everyone says I am. Trace my steps and come find me" She later died. Her son cant deal with his lost, so he reminds himself of what the last words that his mom said to him before she passed not knowing that his life will change completely.  














Credits to @hannahpistoia 






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