Side Effects
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MatureOngoing9m
Last published Thu, Aug 9, 2018
I can hear others, clear as day as if they are right in front of me. Why does no one believe me? They were quieted for a long time, but medication and treatment can only hold them off. They are back now, full force. Whispering in my ears, telling me things about myself, and causing me pain. Friends and family say not to believe them, but how do you not believe the others when almost everything they say is true? Maybe these people are the ones that I need to stop believing.
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