crazy? I was crazy once they locked me in a room a rubber room a rubber room with rats and rats make me crazy crazy? I was crazy once they locked me in room a rubber room a rubber room with rats and rats make me crazy crazy? I was crazy once they locked me in the rubber room the rubber room with the same rats and those same rats made me crazy but I don't wanna be crazy anymore. They need to stop locking me in a rubber room with rats I'm going clinically insane according to the doctors I hear them through the vents I hate it they say I'm a bad person because I don't like the rats but the rats talk to me and when they do I hear voices and I see things trying to hurt me and when they get so very close to me they vanish from thin air sometimes I think it's just my mind but because I was crazy it was so so real but it wasn't the doctors in the lab coats ask me what would be wrong but I would just say. "Crazy I was crazy once because you locked me In a room this rubber room this rubber room with rats and the rats make me see things" I would say repeatedly but they didn't LISTEN TO ME they would bring me out and test on me and put me to sleep then I would wake up back in the rubber room with the talking rats and the world would cave in around me as I went crazy then the knocking would start and next I felt like I was burning alive and I would cry and cry for them to help me but they would stand on the other side of the thick glass and write in their clipboards while I felt like death. But then I would get tired and pass out while still crying quietly and suffering in this rubber room with rats but then one day people called the military came to help me and I saw what was called daylight for the first time in my whole life and I could do nothing but cry in joy while feeling fresh air on my damaged tested hurt body after the rubber room with rats "10 years later" I was out of there still for some reason the crazy doctors that would test on my body would catch me and hit me but not this time these past ten years I spent in fear but I realized they couldn't hurt me anymore the rats couldn't talk to me and the people in my rubber room couldn't try to hurt me and I wouldn't ever be tested on ever again after 20 years locked in a rubber room and getting out and saved I feel a deep sadness of me not being able to have a normal life like other kids did. That was the story of how I was crazy once.
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