I AM NOT CRAZY
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Ongoing8m
Last published Sat, May 10, 2014
I have had to be In this mental institution for over 5 years. I had to take medicine every day getting 'worried' and 'I'm sorry' looks from every nurse in here. I had to sit in a boring completely white room that had padded floors and walls. Every one here thought I was crazy. I wasn't crazy at first but they drove me to craziness with all the 'im sorry' looks and the empty white room.
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THIS IS THE FIRST BOOK I HAVE TRIED TO WRITE SO PLEASE COMMENT! I HOPE YOU LIKE THE BOOK I WILL TRY TO UPDATE OFTEN!!!
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