It makes perfect sense.
They give the drugs to make us forget. It's part of a plan. A plan in which we just fell right in to. You see they thought we wouldn't find out. We would play right into there little mind games. She thinks I don't know but I do, I do know what they are up to. There in the room, those criminals. Here the victims. Here the victims we sit, out of our head . Barely functionable.
They thought none of us would figure it out but they were wrong. Because I figured it out. I know. I know. I know. I know.
A diary of a crazy person.
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Life As A Potato
Teen FictionWho knows because I don't which is why I cri every time.
