False Reality
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I am Poppy Carnia; I am 15 years old, I am sick or at least that’s what they say, I am in an asylum because I dream of things that I think are real but are actually false, I am a danger to society so I am not allowed outside, I don't think I'm crazy, at least I'm pretty sure I'm not crazy and if I am, than I am the least crazy of everyone here.
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