I'm Not Insane • D.S
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"i'm not insane"
they had told me that all the different patients here, with all there differing insanities had one thing in common. it was that phrase.
the insane never understood their own insanity.
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"i'm not insane", the pleading blue eyes looked into mine, full of fear and desperation.
"i believe you"
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