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Craze

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2nd-person craze crazy depressive

A very short story I made when I was... actually, I'm not sure what was wrong when I wrote this. Perhaps I was generally having a bad day? No matter.

This work has a 2nd person perspective, trying to have the reader somehow relate to the story. Gives the reader an idea of being in the shoes of a person dealing with internal complications.All Rights Reserved

2nd-person craze crazy depressive

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Craze
Sun, Feb 2, 2014

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