We talked a lot about the voices and how much we hated them. They were horrible, they took over our lives.
We went out to the park to look at some things, to feel normal. It was hard feeling normal when you are constantly harassed by your own mind.
In the park we were walking and just looking at things, like, birds and trees. We sat on a park bench watching the little kids play.
We never really played like that when we were growing up. We had horrible childhoods, always going to therapy to see why we were like this. It never worked, though. They could never find out what happened to us.
So we never wen to parks or schools. Just doctor offices, they'd always give us shots, painful shots. They would are us feel tired and we'd pass out after words, while the doctors just checked us out.
We kept watching, and i fell to ground in pain. I turned and saw someone had stabbed me. "Hate" got up and took his knife and stabbed him in his neck. He grabbed me and ran off.
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Hate & love
RomantikA schizophrenic love story. It's about the people who hear voices and try to overcome their challenges. There story can be tragic at parts but also romantic and heartwarming. "hate" is a loving and insane boy. "love" is also loving and insane. "Love...
