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Hallucinations

EbonieAndIvoree

LECTURAS 193
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LECTURAS 193
Votos 8
Partes 8
Hora 22m

EbonieAndIvoree

My name is Cara Seemore, and I am not crazy. There is a girl who follows me, but other people don't seem to see her. My mom says I'm crazy, but I'm not. The girl is there. I think she wants to kill me.

   My name is Sharon Verdelect, and I swear, there is a girl following me. She's creepy, and I think she wants to kill me. I am not crazy, she's really there.

   My name is Alexandra Hoffman. I am a psychologist for mental children. I provide therapy for two girls who think they aren't crazy, but they are. They are both diagnosed with schizophrenia, and both see hallucinations. Of all the years I have been working, I have never seen quite a case like this...Todos los derechos reservados

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