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"You wanted me to write about my 'terrible' life stuck inside this 'mad house' "
no way. No bloody way.
"Fuck you."
Was the kindest way I could reply.
"Okay" Aaron didn't seem shocked. I reckon some of the other patients here had given him the same reply.

He stood up, grasping for his bag and hat he began to walk out of my cell.
I mean . How dare you. How dare you come in here and ask us to write for you. For you!

And that's when it hit me.
They can't control what I write.
I will write about my experience here. Everything I've ever done or seen in this story. And you better believe it's true.
I write what ever the hell I want to write.
I can tell the citizens of untied Kingdom Exactualy what they don't want to hear.

The truth.

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