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I stand up and look at it more closer.
I sat on the white chair.
I look at the silver board.
It has white papers under it and another silver board below.

I reach for it but stops when my hand is an inch away.
Should I touch it? Should I look at it. I was having second thoughts.

I look in the door and no one has come back yet. I look at the silver board again.

Just two papers and I'm going back to bed.
I told myself and lift up the top silver board.

The first paper has my name on it,
Grassi, Mitchell Michael Coby

Next is my age,
23

The last one is diagnose,

Diagnose? What does it mean? I scratch the back of my head and tried to read the word.
Ski...shi...sci...

You can do it Mitch. I cheered to myself....

Schi...zo...phre...nia... Schizophrenia. What is that?

That's what you have.

The woman said and walks towards me. I was surprise but I remain seated.

What does it mean?

I asked and looked at her.

She explained everything to me. At first I couldn't believe it but somehow something tells me she was saying the truth especially when she told me she was my doctor.

Don't worry. I'll help you. You'll be okay.
Okay.

I said and smiled at her.

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